SWEET HOME.
This permanent home! O the thoughts how sublime;
To chant with the angels with voices divine!
To know as we’re known—how delightful the scene,
Where no sin and no sorrow can there intervene.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home.
Dear Jesus, our guide, thou hast purchas’d this home,
By thy blood-streaming side our redemption was won;
Draw us by the cords, all bedew’d with thy love,
Then safe we shall rest in thy bosom above.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home.
Our Father has told us, in accents of love,
To look to the star that doth glitter above.
No eye ever saw, and no heart can conceive,
Of the glory unfolded to saints that believe.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home.
ON THE DEPARTURE OF MY GRANDSON.
And is this little darling doomed to roam,
And cross the treacherous ocean for a home?
And must the cruel barque his cradle be?
And must the billows waft him far from me?
How oft, when grief has crowded round my heart,
I have caressed him, to forget a part:
How oft I’ve long’d his dear departed sire
Could view these fleeting charms that I so much admire.
I, in the infant, could the father see;
Which binds the tie so doubly dear to me.
Oh, thou auspicious Power! send thou thy aid—
Protect the worthy mother and the babe.