HOME THOUGHTS

I am tired of the dust

And the fever and noise

And the meaningless faces of men;

And I want to go home!

Oh, day after day I get thinking of home

Where the black firs fringe the skyline,

And the birds wheel down the silence,

And the hemlocks whisper peace,

And the hill-winds cool the blood,

And the dusk is crowned with glory,

And the lone horizon softens,

And the world's at home with God!

Oh, I want to go there!

I want to go home!