Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE STAR OF MY HOME, by ELIZA COOK



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First Line: I remember the days when my spirit would turn
Last Line: And the star of my home has gone down in the grave.


I remember the days when my spirit would turn
From the fairest of scenes and the sweetest of song,
When the hearth of the stranger seemed coldly to burn,
And the moments of pleasure for me were too long;
For one name and one form shone in glory and light,
And lured back from all that might tempt me to roam.
The festal was joyous, but was not so bright
As the smile of a mother, the star of my home.

I remember the days when the tear filled my eye,
And the heaving sob wildly disturbed my young breast;
But the hand of the loved one the lashes would dry,
And her soothing voice lull my chafed bosom to rest.
The sharpest of pain, and the saddest of woes,
The darkest, the deepest of shadows might come;
Yet each wound had its balm, while my soul could repose
On the heart of a mother, the star of my home!

But now let me rove the wide world as I may,
There's no form to arise as a magnet for me;
I can rest amid strangers, and laugh with the gay --
Content with the pathway, where'er it may be.
Let sorrow or pain fling their gloomiest cloud,
There's no haven to shelter, no beacon to save;
For the rays that e'er led me are quenched by the shroud,
And the star of my home has gone down in the grave.





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