CLING to thy home! if there the meanest shed Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head, And some poor plot, with vegetables stored, Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy board, -- Unsavory bread, and herbs that scattered grow. Wild on the river brink or mountain brow. Yet e'en this cheerless mansion shall provide More heart's repose than all the world beside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL THE LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE MASTER'S TOUCH by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND |