Sweet is the hour that brings us home, Where all will spring to meet us; Where hands are striving, as we come, To be the first to greet us. When the world hath spent its frowns and wrath, And care been sorely pressing: 'Tis sweet to turn from our roving path, And find a fireside blessing. Oh, joyfully dear is the homeward track, If we are but sure of a welcome back. What do we reck on a dreary way, Though lonely and benighted, If we know there are lips to chide our stay, And eyes that will beam love-lighted? What is the worth of your diamond ray, To the glance that flashes pleasure; When the words that welcome back betray, We form a heart's chief treasure? Oh, joyfully dear is our homeward track If we are but sure of a welcome back | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO E. T.: 1917 by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY SOLOMON'S PARENTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |