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Yes, I went once to the land of Sicily too,
 I went to Euboia's vineyard-covered plain,
And to Sparta, that splendid city on Eurotas' reedy banks;
 And everywhere I went they welcomed me with kindness.
But no pleasure came to my heart from any of them:
 So true is it, after all, that nothing is dearer than one's homeland.