IT IS NO HOME FOR ME.
I
I cannot wish to see the home, where in my youth I dwelt,
Oh, were I there, the grief I feel more keenly would be felt:
Another's guest in that abode I could not bear to be;
I have no right to enter there, it is no home for me.
II
That home perchance is still unchang'd, in me that change how great,
A welcome in an unknown voice would chill me at the gate.
I think I should lie down and weep, beneath my fav'rite tree.
Oh no, you must not take me there, it is no home for me.
III
But should that home be desolate, untenanted, and wild,
Then all alone I will seek out my play place when a child;
When there are none my sighs to hear, and none my tears to see,
I'll bid adieu to that dear home, ah! now no home for me.
