SECOND VERSE.
I've courted the breath of a balm southern clime,
Where sweetest of flow'rs, soft tendrils entwine;
Have listed the song bird's notes borne on the air,
That wakens and wafts the rich odors elsewhere;
As tones on the ear so the dream of the past,
Softly plays round the heart-green isle of the waste;
Yes! 'twas all a life-dream, and still 'tis not gone,
Oh, 'tis home where the heart is, where the heart is 'tis home.
THIRD VERSE.
I've cross'd the blue sea, I've sought out a home
In the land of the free, freedom beckon'd me come;
And friends of the stranger have sooth'd the sad heart,
With kindness and sympathy, sweet balm for the smart;
The light of the soul, doth play round it still,
Like the perfume the urn, in which roses distil;
Thoughts of affection forbid me to roam,
Oh, 'tis home where the heart is, where the heart is 'tis home.
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Hawkstone: A Tale of and for England in 184-. New York: Standford & Swords. 2 vols. 12mo.