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No Home.
(“Children's Song.”)
“No home—no home”—I heard him sigh,
The tears were trembling in his eye,
And then he would not join our play,
—I'm sure he never can be gay.
The tears were trembling in his eye,
And then he would not join our play,
—I'm sure he never can be gay.
No home—no home—where will he go?
His voice was sad, his step was slow—
O, whither, whither, should I flee,
If there was not a home for me!
His voice was sad, his step was slow—
O, whither, whither, should I flee,
If there was not a home for me!
My home—my home—how brightly come
The thoughts that whisper of my home;
—Its pleasant rooms, its flowers and books—
And then my mother's loving looks!
The thoughts that whisper of my home;
—Its pleasant rooms, its flowers and books—
And then my mother's loving looks!
Dear home—dear home—ne'er let me be
Compelled to wander far from thee,
Like yon poor orphan boy to roam,
And sighing say—“No home—no home!”
Compelled to wander far from thee,
Like yon poor orphan boy to roam,
And sighing say—“No home—no home!”
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