Years after years, Through blood, and tears, And a thick hell of hatreds, and hopes, and fears We waded and flew,. 그리고 그 섬들은 행복의 싹이 트는 꽃이 자라는 곳이 거의 없었습니다. Our feet now, every palm, Are sandalled with calm, And the dew of our wings is a rain of balm.