I WANT TO GO HOME

"I want to go home!" saith a weary child, That hath lost its way in straying; Ye may try in vain to calm its fears, Or wipe from its eyes the blinding tears, It looks in your face, still saying— "I want to go home!" "I want to go home!" saith a fair young bride, In anguish of spirit praying; Her chosen hath broken the silver cord— Hath spoken a harsh and cruel word, And she now, alas! is saying— "I want to go home!" "I want to go home!" saith the weary soul, Ever earnest thus 'tis praying; It weepeth a tear—heaveth a sigh— And upward glanceth with streaming eye To its promised rest, still saying— "I want to go home!"