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COME HOME.
Among his little ones he sits,
And welcomes all who come
With cheerful smile and hearty word—
For is it not his home?
And welcomes all who come
With cheerful smile and hearty word—
For is it not his home?
There is another blessed home
Where pleasures never cease;
Where death and sorrow never come,
And all is joy and peace.
O may we make that heavenly home
Of all our hopes the sum;
Remembering, in our love for earth,
We are not yet at home!
Where pleasures never cease;
Where death and sorrow never come,
And all is joy and peace.
O may we make that heavenly home
Of all our hopes the sum;
Remembering, in our love for earth,
We are not yet at home!
Home.
I knew my father's chimney top,
Though nearer to my heart than eye,
And watched the blue smoke curling up,
Between me and the winter sky.
Though nearer to my heart than eye,
And watched the blue smoke curling up,
Between me and the winter sky.
Wayworn I traced the homeward track,
My wayward youth had left with joy;
Unchanged in soul I wandered back—
A man in years—in heart a boy.
My wayward youth had left with joy;
Unchanged in soul I wandered back—
A man in years—in heart a boy.
I thought upon its cheerful hearth,
And cheerful hearts' untainted glee,
And felt, of all I'd seen on earth,
This was the dearest spot to me.
And cheerful hearts' untainted glee,
And felt, of all I'd seen on earth,
This was the dearest spot to me.
Come Home.
Come home.
Would I could send my spirit o'er the deep,
Would I could wing it like a bird to thee,
To commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy sleep
With these unwearying words of melody,
Brother, come home.
Would I could send my spirit o'er the deep,
Would I could wing it like a bird to thee,
To commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy sleep
With these unwearying words of melody,
Brother, come home.
Come home.
Come to the hearts that love thee, to the eyes
That beam in brightness, but to gladden thine;
Come where fond thoughts like holiest incense rise,
Where cherished memory rears her altar's shrine.
Brother, come home.
Come to the hearts that love thee, to the eyes
That beam in brightness, but to gladden thine;
Come where fond thoughts like holiest incense rise,
Where cherished memory rears her altar's shrine.
Brother, come home.