Our hearts shall re-echo that sweetest refrain:
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home!
Picaptor.
Tho’ rich be our portion, or poor be our lot,
Tho’ years flying swiftly all else be forgot;
Tho’ fortune disdain us and friendship should veer,
Home’s mem’ry our hearts in their loneness shall cheer,
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!