Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
From the Opera of Clari, the Maid of MilanJohn Howard Payne 17911852
John Howard Payne14 Home, Sweet Home
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Be it ever so humble there ’s no place like home!
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
There ’s no place like home!
O, give me my lowly thatched cottage again! The birds singing gayly that came at my call;— Give me them,—and the peace of mind dearer than all! Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There ’s no place like home! And the cares of a mother to soothe and beguile! Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam, But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home! Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There ’s no place like home! The heart’s dearest solace will smile on me there; No more from that cottage again will I roam; Be it ever so humble, there ’s no place like home. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There ’s no place like home!