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HOME.
“Nescio quâ natale solum dulcedine cunctos
Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.”
—Ovid.
Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.”
—Ovid.
Home has real charms that bind the heart,
And draw the sigh, when doom'd to part
From long endear'd domestic ties;
Not regal pomp in grandeur crown'd,
Nor structure high, on massy mound,
More pleasing grateful charms implies.
And draw the sigh, when doom'd to part
From long endear'd domestic ties;
Not regal pomp in grandeur crown'd,
Nor structure high, on massy mound,
More pleasing grateful charms implies.
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When, far in distant climes we roam,
How fondly do we think of home,
And with creative fancy steal
A fleeting glimpse of that dear lot,
A palace grand, or humble cot,
While pleasures past we seem to feel.
How fondly do we think of home,
And with creative fancy steal
A fleeting glimpse of that dear lot,
A palace grand, or humble cot,
While pleasures past we seem to feel.
Ask the Wand'rer, in desert wild,
What hope attends him, soothing mild,
To cheer his heart with beaming ray:
'Tis that which paints the joys to come,
When free from peril, safe at home,
Each painful sorrow flies away.
What hope attends him, soothing mild,
To cheer his heart with beaming ray:
'Tis that which paints the joys to come,
When free from peril, safe at home,
Each painful sorrow flies away.
The Soldier, whom dread war calls out
To carnage fell, and hostile rout,
Till death complete the bloody sum:
'Mid battle's rage and murd'ring toil,
While fronting danger, sees the soil
Where stands his all—his native home!
To carnage fell, and hostile rout,
Till death complete the bloody sum:
'Mid battle's rage and murd'ring toil,
While fronting danger, sees the soil
Where stands his all—his native home!
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With fortune's blessings rich, or not,
Who e'er the sweets of home forgot,
When torn from each belov'd embrace?
Oh! bid him range o'er earth and sea,
Far from his home's tranquillity,
And prove what charms supply its place.
Who e'er the sweets of home forgot,
When torn from each belov'd embrace?
Oh! bid him range o'er earth and sea,
Far from his home's tranquillity,
And prove what charms supply its place.
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