Home Of My Youth
By William B. Tappan
Home of my youth! with fond delight,
On thee doth recollection dwell;
Home of my youth! how gaily bright,
The scenes that childhood loved so well.
Cot of my fathers! well I know,
The spot that saw my infant dawn;
Near the green lane, the old elm row–
The village spire–the grassy lawn.
O! sweet to me the laughing hours,
When earth seemed gay, and heaven was fair;
When fancy culled her thornless flowers,
And pleasure reigned, unknown to care.
Home of my youth! this heart away,
Recalls those moments dear to me;
Often in dreams will memory stray,
Home of my youth–to weep o’er thee.