Part 1 — THE QUEST
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It was a heavenly time of life When first I went to Spain, The lovely land of silver mists, The land of golden grain.
My little ship through unknown seas Sailed many a changing day; Sometimes the chilling winds came up And blew across her way;
Sometimes the rain came down and hid The shining shores of Spain, The beauty of the silver mists And of the golden grain.
But through the rains and through the winds, Upon the untried sea, My fairy ship sailed on and on, With all my dreams and me.
And now, no more a child, I long For that sweet time again, When on the far horizon bar Rose up the shores of Spain.
O lovely land of silver mists, O land of golden grain, I look for you with smiles, with tears, But look for you in vain!
Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz [?-1933]