English poem
To Mrs. F[Ield]
by Charles Lamb
On Her Return from Gibraltar
Jane, you are welcome from the barren Rock, And Calpe's sounding shores. Oh do not mock, Now you have rais'd, our greetings; nor again Ever revisit that dry nook of Spain.
Friends have you here, and friendships to command, In merry England. Love this hearty land. Ease, comfort, competence--of these possess'd, Let prodigal adventurers seek the rest: Dear England is as you,--a Field the Lord hath blest.