Sing a sweet melodious measure,
Waft enchanting lays around;
Home! a theme replete with pleasure!
Home! a grateful theme resound!
Chorus.
Home, sweet home! an ample treasure!
Home! with every blessing crown’d!
Home! perpetual source of pleasure!
Home! a noble strain, resound.
Lo! the joyful hour advances;
Happy season of delight!
Festal songs, and festal dances,
All our tedious toil requite.
Home, &c.
Leave, my wearied muse, thy learning,
Leave thy task, so hard to bear;
Leave thy labour, ease returning,
Leave this bosom, O! my care.
Home, &c.
See the year, the meadow, smiling!
Let us then a smile display,
Rural sports, our pain beguiling,
Rural pastimes call away.
Home, &c.
Now the swallow seeks her dwelling,
And no longer roves to roam;
Her example thus impelling,
Let us seek our native home.
Home, &c.
Let our men and steeds assemble,
Panting for the wide champaign;
Let the ground beneath us tremble,
While we scour along the plain.
Home, &c.
Oh! what raptures, oh! what blisses.
When we gain the lovely gate!
Mother’s arms, and mother’s kisses,
There, our bless’d arrival wait.
Home, &c.
Greet our household-gods with singing,
Lend, O Lucifer, thy ray;
Why should light, so slowly springing,
All our promis’d joys delay?
Home, &c.