In a land where the poor are not forced “to the wall.”
Give us this and some “pieces” down—better than all!
Home, home, bleak, bleak home!
There’s no place in England, there’s no place called home.
Crystal Palace.
(“Men are merriest when they are from home.—Shakespeare.)
’Mid pleasures and palaces fain would I roam,
Be it ever so stately there’s no peace at home;
All bores ’neath the sky seem to follow us there,