HOME by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE

I

LET the scholar turn from study and the sailor cease to roam,
Let the workman lay his tools down, when the Silent Voices call:
They are calling, O my dearest, they are saying now, "Come home,"
And thy voice among the voices is the sweetest one of all.
Home, home, home, home, home would I be;
Home is where the heart is, and my heart is all with thee.

II

Lo, everywhere is beauty! There are things to do and dare;
There are friends to love and cherish, and I hold them very dear:
But, in spite of all that binds me to a world that seems so fair,
I have thought it, I have said it in thy listening spirit-ear:
Home, home, home, home, home would I be;
Home is where the heart is, and my heart is all with thee.

III

In the hurry of the work-time, when the traffic rolls and roars;
In the quiet of the sleep-time, with the starlight on my brow,
Where the breezes move forever up and down God's out-of-doors,
I have listened, I have waited—but I hear the Voices now!
Home, home, home, home, home would I be;
Home is where the heart is, and my heart is all with thee.

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