Volume 93 — "HOME, SWEET HOME!"
Reading edition
(New Version, by a Much-Worn-out M.P.)
"The welcome cry, 'Who goes home' sounds like a melancholy dirge through the rapidly-emptying lobbies."—Mr. Osborne Morgan, M.P., in the "Nineteenth Century."
Midst clauses and paragraphs though we may roam. Be it ever so dirge-like, there's no cry like "Home!" A charm undefined seems to hallow it there, After Tanner's loud shindy and Conybeare's blare. Home! Home! Sweet, sweet "Home!" Be it ever so dirge-like, there's no cry like "Home!" An exile from office, I will not complain, Give me only my calm "beauty sleep" once again; The birds singing sweetly at dawn be my lot To hear, not loud torrents of partisan rot. Home! Home! Sweet, sweet "Home!" Be it ever so dirge-like, there's no cry like "Home!"