XXII + 

Home + 

Where’er I roam in this fair English land, + 

The vision of a Temple meets my eyes: + 

Modest without; within, all-glorious rise + 

Its love-encluster’d columns, and expand + 

Their slender arms. Like olive-plants they stand, + 

Each answ’ring each, in home’s soft sympathies, + 

Sisters and brothers. At the altar sighs + 

Parental fondness, and with anxious hand + 

Tenders its offering of young vows and prayers. + 

The same, and not the same, go where I will, + 

The vision beams! ten thousand shrines, all one. + 

Dear fertile soil! what foreign culture bears + 

Such fruit? And I through distant climes may run + 

My weary round, yet miss thy likeness still. + 