I.
The voices of my home!—I hear them still!
They have been with me through the dreamy night—
The blessed household voices, wont to fill
My heart’s clear depths with unalloy’d delight!
I hear them still, unchanged: though some from earth
Are music parted, and the tones of mirth—
Wild, silvery tones, that rang through days more bright—
Have died in others; yet to me they come
Singing of boyhood back—the voices of my home!