  By town and hamlet, field and wood, Past glimpses of empurpled hills, O’er many a broad, sun-smitten flood And many a myriad tinkling rills, The train swings on and brings us twain Each minute nearer by a mile, While I to chafe at time am fain, Which holds me sundered from thy smile. I see among the emerald trees Embowered, the village church spires gleam; I see white homestead front the breeze, And of our own sweet home I dream; While still the fleet train brings us twain Each minute nearer by a mile, And fewer moments yet remain To hold me sundered from thy smile. The wheat fields shimmer in the sun, Sleek cattle in the meadows browse, Nor lift their heads, as past we run, The lithe-limbed steeds and patient cows. Each minute nearer by a mile, Till scarce a moment doth remain To hold me sundered from thy smile. Onward we sweep, yet all our speed Leaves not pursuing night behind; Stars sparkle in the sky’s broad mead, And homeward plods the weary hind; And still the fleet train brings us twain Each minute nearer by a mile, Until my heart is home again And I am basking in thy smile. |
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