A World of Love at Home
The earth hath treasures fair and bright,
Deep buried in her caves,
And ocean hideth many a gem
With his blue, curling waves;
Yet not within her bosom dark,
Or ’neath the dashing foam,
Lives there a treasure equaling
A world of love at home!
True, sterling happiness and joy
Are not with gold allied,
Nor can it yield a pleasure like
A merry fireside.
I envy not the man who dwells
In stately hall or dome,
If, ’mid his splendor, he hath not
A world of love at home.
The friends whom time hath proved sincere,
’Tis they alone can bring
A sure relief to hearts that droop
’Neath sorrow’s heavy wing.
Though care and trouble may be mine,
As down life’s path I roam,
I’ll heed them not while still I have
A world of love at home.