My Boyhoods Home.
My boyhood’s home! I see thy hills—
I see thy valley’s changeful green,
And manhood’s eye a tear-drop fills,
Though years have roll’d since thee I’ve seen.
I come to thee from war’s dread school,
A warrior stern o’er thee to rule;
But while I gaze on each loved plain,
I feel I am a boy again.
To the war-steed adieu—to the trumpet farewell—
To the pomp of the palace—the proud, gilded dome;
For the green scenes of childhood, I bid ye farewell!
The soldier returns to his boyhood’s loved home.
My boyhood’s home, &c.