My home and thee

I love the landscape, and its heavenly hue,

The rolling river, and the swelling sea,

The deep green valley, and the mountain blue;

But better still my home -- my home -- and thee!

I love bold nature's voice, loud ocean's roar,

The pouring cataract, and the melody

Of winter winds, and sighing woods; but more

The voice of love -- my home -- my home and thee!

I have an eye that sees, a heart that feels

The charm that nature flings o'er lawn and lea;

Yet to my breast a ffequent sadness steals

To think how far I roam -- from home and thee!

And when the glories of the landscape past,

Come thick and thronging o'er my memory --

To envious hate, my love is turned at last,

For these divide me -- from my home and thee.