I LET the scholar turn from study and the sailor cease to roam, Let the workman lay his tools down, when the Silent Voices call: They are calling, O my dearest, they are saying now, "Come home," And thy voice among the voices is the sweetest one of all. Home, home, home, home, home would I be; Home is where the heart is, and my heart is all with thee. II Lo, everywhere is beauty! There are things to do and dare; There are friends to love and cherish, and I hold them very dear: But, in spite of all that binds me to a world that seems so fair, I have thought it, I have said it in thy listening spirit-ear: Home, home, home, home, home would I be; Home is where the heart is, and my heart is all with thee. III In the hurry of the work-time, when the traffic rolls and roars; In the quiet of the sleep-time, with the starlight on my brow, Where the breezes move forever up and down God's out-of-doors, I have listened, I have waited—but I hear the Voices now! Home, home, home, home, home would I be; Home is where the heart is, and my heart is all with thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 6. THE SPAEWIFE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ELF CHILD by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS |