CHILDHOOD'S HOME.
The earth bears on its bosom No landscape more fair, And this heart never cherished Mem'ries more dear, Than the home of my childhood, The fond ones that met There around the bright fireside, In converse so sweet.
Though those friends have departed, Deserted that home, And afar from its door-step, So sadly I roam, Yet oft of those happy years, A shadowy train Of dim visions seems gliding Through my weary brain.
Other homes may be brighter, In splendor may shine, Other friends in true friendship Grasp this hand of mine; But, home of my childhood, My heart leaps for thee, Like an o'erflowing fountain Where'er I may be.