A Home Song + 

I read within a poet’s book + 

A word that starred the page: + 

“Stone walls do not a prison make, + 

Nor iron bars a cage!” + 

Yes, that is true, and something more: + 

You’ll find, where’er you roam, + 

That marble floors and gilded walls + 

Can never make a home. + 

But every house where Love abides, + 

And Friendship is a guest, + 

Is surely home, and home-sweet-home: + 

For there the heart can rest. + 