Oh , blest the Home where Love is known,
And early feelings alter not,
Where Friendship's power makes glad each hour,
And truth and kindness falter not!
Where self-control still guards the whole
Unchanged, whatever ills betide;
Oh, though bereft — whilst Home is left —
'Tis worth all other wealth beside!

Whilst there we meet, e'en care is sweet;
For sorrow binds us nearer yet!
No cold reply whilst Love sits by,
No, — grieving hearts grow dearer yet! —
And blest the tears Affection cheers; —
We ne'er should know how loved we were,
If Life had not some change of lot,
Some woe for Love to soothe and share.