The lark, as he sings and soars above,
Remembers his humble home with love,
And when he has finish'd his joyful strain,
Gladly sinks down to his nest again.

And thus, dear girl, though thy flight has been
O'er many a gayer and brighter scene;
E'en so must thy grateful heart incline
To a home so happy and loved as thine!

Fair truant! thy song, for this many a day,
Has been " Over the hills and far away, "
And now unto us, who seldom roam,
Thou shalt sing the glad measure of " Home, sweet home. "