A WORLD OF LOVE AT HOME.
The earth hath treasures fair and bright,Deep buried in her caves,And ocean hideth many a gemWith his blue, curling waves;Yet not within her bosom dark,Or ’neath the dashing foam,Lives there a treasure equalingA world of love at home!True, sterling happiness and joyAre not with gold allied,Nor can it yield a pleasure likeA merry fireside.I envy not the man who dwellsIn stately hall or dome,If, ’mid his splendor, he hath notA world of love at home.The friends whom time hath proved sincere,’Tis they alone can bringA sure relief to hearts that droop’Neath sorrow’s heavy wing.Though care and trouble may be mine,As down life’s path I roam,I’ll heed them not while still I haveA world of love at home.
The earth hath treasures fair and bright,Deep buried in her caves,And ocean hideth many a gemWith his blue, curling waves;Yet not within her bosom dark,Or ’neath the dashing foam,Lives there a treasure equalingA world of love at home!
The earth hath treasures fair and bright,
Deep buried in her caves,
And ocean hideth many a gem
With his blue, curling waves;
Yet not within her bosom dark,
Or ’neath the dashing foam,
Lives there a treasure equaling
A world of love at home!
True, sterling happiness and joyAre not with gold allied,Nor can it yield a pleasure likeA merry fireside.I envy not the man who dwellsIn stately hall or dome,If, ’mid his splendor, he hath notA world of love at home.
True, sterling happiness and joy
Are not with gold allied,
Nor can it yield a pleasure like
A merry fireside.
I envy not the man who dwells
In stately hall or dome,
If, ’mid his splendor, he hath not
A world of love at home.
The friends whom time hath proved sincere,’Tis they alone can bringA sure relief to hearts that droop’Neath sorrow’s heavy wing.Though care and trouble may be mine,As down life’s path I roam,I’ll heed them not while still I haveA world of love at home.
The friends whom time hath proved sincere,
’Tis they alone can bring
A sure relief to hearts that droop
’Neath sorrow’s heavy wing.
Though care and trouble may be mine,
As down life’s path I roam,
I’ll heed them not while still I have
A world of love at home.