THE WANDERER’S RETURN.
I leftmy home in childhood,The beautiful green spot,Where I used to sport among the leaves,Around my native cot.My heart was full of happinessAmong the woods and hills,And I heard the voice of hope and loveSing gayly in the rills.Each lawn and sunny meadow,Each tree and flower was dear—And I left them full of sadness,With childhood’s flowing tear.And after years of roamingI sought again the scene—I stood within the cottage door,And looked upon the green;—But my heart within me died away—For time had trod the lawn,And change had passed o’er field and cot,And those I loved were gone!The earth was full of beauty,There was balm upon the air,But the feelings of my childhoodI found no longer there.
I leftmy home in childhood,The beautiful green spot,Where I used to sport among the leaves,Around my native cot.My heart was full of happinessAmong the woods and hills,And I heard the voice of hope and loveSing gayly in the rills.Each lawn and sunny meadow,Each tree and flower was dear—And I left them full of sadness,With childhood’s flowing tear.And after years of roamingI sought again the scene—I stood within the cottage door,And looked upon the green;—But my heart within me died away—For time had trod the lawn,And change had passed o’er field and cot,And those I loved were gone!The earth was full of beauty,There was balm upon the air,But the feelings of my childhoodI found no longer there.
I leftmy home in childhood,The beautiful green spot,Where I used to sport among the leaves,Around my native cot.
I leftmy home in childhood,
The beautiful green spot,
Where I used to sport among the leaves,
Around my native cot.
My heart was full of happinessAmong the woods and hills,And I heard the voice of hope and loveSing gayly in the rills.
My heart was full of happiness
Among the woods and hills,
And I heard the voice of hope and love
Sing gayly in the rills.
Each lawn and sunny meadow,Each tree and flower was dear—And I left them full of sadness,With childhood’s flowing tear.
Each lawn and sunny meadow,
Each tree and flower was dear—
And I left them full of sadness,
With childhood’s flowing tear.
And after years of roamingI sought again the scene—I stood within the cottage door,And looked upon the green;—
And after years of roaming
I sought again the scene—
I stood within the cottage door,
And looked upon the green;—
But my heart within me died away—For time had trod the lawn,And change had passed o’er field and cot,And those I loved were gone!
But my heart within me died away—
For time had trod the lawn,
And change had passed o’er field and cot,
And those I loved were gone!
The earth was full of beauty,There was balm upon the air,But the feelings of my childhoodI found no longer there.
The earth was full of beauty,
There was balm upon the air,
But the feelings of my childhood
I found no longer there.
C. W. Thompson.