Facing west from California shores.
Inquiring,tireless,seeking what is yet unfound,
I,a child,very old,over waves,towards de house of maternity,
the land of migrations,look afar.
Look off the shores of my Western sea,the circle almost circled;
For starting westward from Hindustan,from the vales of Kashmere,
From Asia,from the north,from the God,the sage,and the hero.
From the south,from the flowery peninsulas and de the spice islands,
Long having wander'd since,round the earth having wander'd,
Now I face home again,very pleas'd and joyous.
(But where is what I started for so long ago?
And why is it yet unfound?)
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