Poems (Ryan)/Childhood's Home

by Mary C. Ryan

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.