And then along our starry walk,
Of this lone planet would we talk,
The dear green Earth, our once sweet home,
Of which such few, far tidings come;
Of all its joy, of all its woe,
Of many a landscape there below;
How we were children there, and grew;
How many a joyful hour we knew,
Of how we dwelt, of how we roved,
And dearer far, of how we loved!