After long labouring in the windy ways, br On smooth and shining tides br Swiftly the great ship glides, br Her storms forgot, her weary watches past; br Northward she glides, and through the enchanted haze br Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last. br br The phantom sky-line of a shadowy down, br Whose pale white cliffs below br Through sunny mist aglow, br Like noon-day ghosts of summer moonshine gleam--- br Soft as old sorrow, bright as old renown, br There lies the home, of all our mortal dream.