I never left the place that knew me,
And may never know me more,
Where the cords of kindness drew me,
And have gladden'd me of yore,
But my secret soul has smarted
With a feeling full of gloom
For the days that are departed,
And the place I call'd my Home.

I am not of those who wander
Unaffection'd here and there,
But my heart must still be fonder
Of my sites of joy or care;
And I point sad Memory's finger
(Though my faithless foot may roam)
Where I've most been made to linger
In the place I call'd my Home.