Verses (Baughan)/Home
HOME
I
Back from the world of strangers,
From exile drear I come.
It is as tho’ these mountains
Had been my earliest home.
For all the pines and pastures,
And all the snows above,
And all the blue beyond them,
Sing; and their song is Love.
And all the peasant-faces
Are brother-faces to me;
For this is Home—with Nature,
And love, and liberty!
II
The First Night
As I lay last night musing,
A sweet and subtle sense
O’erspread my heart, like music
Contenting long suspense.
I felt as a little bud may,
On the topmost twig of a tree
Held up amid the moonlight
God’s open sky to see.
All my harsh cares grew tender,
My heavy cares grew light,
When Nature came to my bedside
And kiss’d her child “good-night!”
III
The First Morning
The sun rushes in at my lattice,
And kisses the white walls gold;
Into my heart he rushes,
And kisses away the cold.
The trees are ringing with rapture;
The rivulet, blithe as they,
With bubbles of song is splashing
The little laughing Day.
And there’s clean, clean breath for every one,
There’s the breath of life for me!
For the city is turn’d to country,
And the prose to poesy!