In the winter of 1833. John Howard Payne called upon an American lady, living in London, and presented to her a copy of “Home, Sweet Home,” set to music, with the two following additional verses addressed to her:—
To us, in despite of the absence of years,
How sweet the remembrance of home still appears
From allurements abroad, which but flatter the eye,
The unsatisfied heart turns, and says with a sigh
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home!
There’s no place like home!
Your exile is blest with all fate can bestow,
But mine has been checkered with many a woe!