"HOME, SWEET HOME!"
(New Version, by a Much-Worn-out M.P.)
"The welcome cry, 'Who goes home' sounds like a melancholy dirge through the rapidly-emptying lobbies."—Mr. Osborne Morgan, M.P., in the "Nineteenth Century."
Midst clauses and paragraphs though we may roam.
Be it ever so dirge-like, there's no cry like "Home!"
A charm undefined seems to hallow it there,
After Tanner's loud shindy and Conybeare's blare.
Home! Home! Sweet, sweet "Home!"
Be it ever so dirge-like, there's no cry like "Home!"
An exile from office, I will not complain,
Give me only my calm "beauty sleep" once again;
The birds singing sweetly at dawn be my lot
To hear, not loud torrents of partisan rot.
Home! Home! Sweet, sweet "Home!"
Be it ever so dirge-like, there's no cry like "Home!"