Classic Poem

My Home's in the Valley—my heart's in my home—
I care not for titles—nor proud banner'd dome—
The worshipping glances that beam to deceive—
The galas and dances for ever I leave!
One glance of the stream, by the home of my birth,
One song of the wild birds—the sweetest on earth—
Outrival the splendours that lured me to roam,—
Oh, my Home's in the Valley—my heart's in my home!

My home's in the valley—my heart's with the flowers
That bloom'd by my lattice in earlier hours;
The proud ones may joy in their riches and state—
Give me the green bank by my own garden gate!
The friends of my youth, who are faithful, though few—
I love the old faces—far more than the new;
On—on, thou fleet vessel—sail swift thro' the foam—
For my Home's in the Valley—my heart's with my home!