A HOME SONG

I'm taking some time off from writing to tend to some other things. In the meantime, here's a lovely poem by Henry Van Dyke entitled A Home Song.

I read within a poet's book

A word that starred the page:

"Stone walls do not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage!"

Yes, that is true; and something more

You'll find, where'er you roam,

That marble floors and gilded walls

Can never make a home.

But every house where Love abides,

And Friendship is a guest,

Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:

For there the heart can rest.