Sweet in the house the Telyn’s [23] strings
In love and joy where kindred wone;
While each in turn a stanza sings,
No sordid themes e’er touched upon;
Full sweet in sound the hearth around
The maidens’ song of Merion.
And though my body here it be
Travelling the countries up and down;
Tasting delights of land and sea,
True pleasure seems my heart to shun;
Alas! there’s need home, home to speed—
My soul it is in Merion.
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London
Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
Edition limited to Thirty Copies.
Footnotes:
[23] The Harp.