Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

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.

1. To Julia Marlowe
2. The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens
3. Autumn in the Garden
4. One World
5. The Heavenly Hills of Holland

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