Poems (Cook)/A Home in the Heart
A HOME IN THE HEART.
Oh! ask not a home in the mansions of pride,
Where marble shines out in the pillars and walls;
Though the roof be of gold it is brilliantly cold,
And joy may not be found in its torch-lighted halls.
But seek for a bosom all honest and true,
Where love, once awaken'd, will never depart:
Turn, turn to that breast like a dove to the nest,
And you'll find there's no home like a home in the heart.
Where marble shines out in the pillars and walls;
Though the roof be of gold it is brilliantly cold,
And joy may not be found in its torch-lighted halls.
But seek for a bosom all honest and true,
Where love, once awaken'd, will never depart:
Turn, turn to that breast like a dove to the nest,
And you'll find there's no home like a home in the heart.
Oh! link but one spirit that's warmly sincere,
That will heighten your pleasure and solace your care;
Find a soul you may trust as the kind and the just,
And be sure the wide world holds no treasure so rare.
Then the frowns of Misfortune may shadow our lot,
The check-searing tear-drops of Sorrow may start,
But a star never dim, sheds a halo for him
Who can turn for repose to a home in the heart.
That will heighten your pleasure and solace your care;
Find a soul you may trust as the kind and the just,
And be sure the wide world holds no treasure so rare.
Then the frowns of Misfortune may shadow our lot,
The check-searing tear-drops of Sorrow may start,
But a star never dim, sheds a halo for him
Who can turn for repose to a home in the heart.