HOMEWARD BOUND.
I.
In my life, too full of shadows,
Beamed a lovely vision bright.
Now the lovely vision's vanished,
I am girt about by night.
Little children in the darkness
Feel uneasy fears erelong,
And, to chase away their terrors,
They will sing aloud a song.
I, a foolish child, am singing
Likewise in the dark apart.
If my homely lay lack sweetness,
Yet it cheers my anxious heart.
II.
I know not what spell is o'er me,
That I am so sad to day;
An old myth floats before me—
I cannot chase it away.