Classic Poem

I turned an ancient poet's book,
And found upon the page,
" Stone walls do not a prison make,
Or iron bars a cage. "
Yes, that is true, and something more
You will find where'er you roam ...
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.
But everywhere that love abides,
And friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home, sweet home,
For there the soul can rest.