'T IS home where'er the heart is, Where'er its loved ones dwell, In cities or in cottages, Thronged haunts or mossy dell. The heart's a rover ever, And thus, on wave and wild, The maiden with her lover walks, The mother with her child. 'T is bright where'er the heart is; Its fairy spell can bring Fresh fountains to the wilderness, And to the desert spring. Green isles are in the ocean O'er which affection glides, A haven on each sunny shore, When love's the sun that guides. 'T is free where'er the heart is; Nor chains nor dungeons dim May check the mind's aspiring thought, The spirit's pealing hymn. The heart gives life its beauty, Its glory, and its powers; 'T is sunlight to its rippling stream, And soft dew to its flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 27 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. THE GASTRIC MUSE by JOHN ARMSTRONG FOR LACK OF GOLD by ADAM AUSTIN |