And that these eyes behold thee safe once more!
Oh, where’s the luxury, like the smile at heart,
When the mind, breathing, lays its load apart,—
When we come home again, tired out, and spread
The loosen’d limbs o’er all the wished-for bed!
This, this alone, is worth an age of toil.
Hail, lovely Sirmio! hail, paternal soil!
Joy, my bright waters, joy; your master’s come!
Laugh, every dimple on the cheek of home![[12]]