My deep-felt emotions of heart;
’Twas leaving a home where was freedom and rest;
And who else can such favors impart?
Not that I was homeless; another dear place
Was all ready and waiting me, where
Again I should mingle with children and friends;
But oh! there’s life’s burden and care.
’Tis not that I’d shun them, and useless remain,
That I felt thus while passing the gate;
But feelings which beckon to higher results,