And yet, ’tis well—’tis well for me,
And well for those who’ve gone to thee,
That thou didst call them home;
I love those dear ones far too well,
To wish that they again should dwell
Where I in sadness roam.
I would not ask them now to change
Their peaceful home; they’d think it strange,
And ’twould be strange indeed
If I, who am a pris’ner here,