MY OLD NEW ENGLAND HOME.
When the stars above, in gladness,Twinkle thro’ the evening gloam,With a mingled joy and sadness,Often do my fancies roamBackward to the vanished pleasuresOf my old New England home.In that home I see my mother—Of all earthly friends the best—At her side my younger brother,With his youthful pleasures blest;And my little brown-eyed sister,Sleeping on her mother’s breast.And within that sacred dwellingFather’s cheerful face I see,And I hear him kindly tellingUs to ever loyal be;—On the battle-field he perished,When they made our country free.When he went away, our motherSafely led our little band,And she taught us of anotherLoving Father, whose strong hand,Never would forsake his children,If they heeded His command:Taught us, in our youth and beauty,Ne’er to turn our feet asideFrom the paths of truth and duty,Whatsoever might betide;But to keep the path of wisdom,And obey our Heavenly guide.Back to home and all its pleasuresOften do my fancies roam,And to me, the richest treasuresUnder heaven’s starry dome,Were the blessings of my childhood,In that old New England home.
When the stars above, in gladness,Twinkle thro’ the evening gloam,With a mingled joy and sadness,Often do my fancies roamBackward to the vanished pleasuresOf my old New England home.In that home I see my mother—Of all earthly friends the best—At her side my younger brother,With his youthful pleasures blest;And my little brown-eyed sister,Sleeping on her mother’s breast.And within that sacred dwellingFather’s cheerful face I see,And I hear him kindly tellingUs to ever loyal be;—On the battle-field he perished,When they made our country free.When he went away, our motherSafely led our little band,And she taught us of anotherLoving Father, whose strong hand,Never would forsake his children,If they heeded His command:Taught us, in our youth and beauty,Ne’er to turn our feet asideFrom the paths of truth and duty,Whatsoever might betide;But to keep the path of wisdom,And obey our Heavenly guide.Back to home and all its pleasuresOften do my fancies roam,And to me, the richest treasuresUnder heaven’s starry dome,Were the blessings of my childhood,In that old New England home.
When the stars above, in gladness,Twinkle thro’ the evening gloam,With a mingled joy and sadness,Often do my fancies roamBackward to the vanished pleasuresOf my old New England home.
In that home I see my mother—Of all earthly friends the best—At her side my younger brother,With his youthful pleasures blest;And my little brown-eyed sister,Sleeping on her mother’s breast.
And within that sacred dwellingFather’s cheerful face I see,And I hear him kindly tellingUs to ever loyal be;—On the battle-field he perished,When they made our country free.
When he went away, our motherSafely led our little band,And she taught us of anotherLoving Father, whose strong hand,Never would forsake his children,If they heeded His command:
Taught us, in our youth and beauty,Ne’er to turn our feet asideFrom the paths of truth and duty,Whatsoever might betide;But to keep the path of wisdom,And obey our Heavenly guide.
Back to home and all its pleasuresOften do my fancies roam,And to me, the richest treasuresUnder heaven’s starry dome,Were the blessings of my childhood,In that old New England home.