MY FATHER'S HALLS

By James Whitcomb Riley

My father's halls, so rich and rare,

Are desolate and bleak and bare;

My father's heart and halls are one,

Since I, their life and light, am gone.

O, valiant knight, with hand of steel

And heart of gold, hear my appeal:

Release me from the spoiler's charms,

And bear me to my father's arms.