Poet: Bernard Barton
Where burns the fireside brightest,
Cheering the social breast?
Where beats the fond heart lightest,
Its humblest hopes possessed?
Where is the hour of sadness,
With meek-eyed patience borne,
Worth more than those of gladness,
Which mirth's gay cheeks adorn?
Pleasure is marked by fleetness,
To those who ever roam;
While grief itself has sweetness
At home sweet home.
Poems about Home
Poet: Arthur Franklin Fuller
Mother so dear —
Dad I revere —
Both in yon church-yard are sleeping;
Old homestead gone,
Kinsfolk all drawn,
Far from old scenes memory's keeping;
But while some may please,
The world to roam,
We'll choose the joys of "Home, sweet home."
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Poet: Ellwood Haines Stokes
Ah! home, sweet home, oh! where
Amid the wide world's glare.
And pomp, and fashion, shall the spirit rest?
Not in the dance or song,
Where mirth her strains prolong,
But home, sweet home, is where the heart is blest.
O yes! 'tis ever so.
Home must the fond heart go,
When weary with the earth, its pride, and sin;
But what makes home — the walls
Where memory recalls
Fond forms, and faces here no longer seen?
Home halls, familiar bowers.
Soft music and sweet flowers.
Are solemn mockeries, if there be not there.
Affection's holier choice.
The dear, familiar voice.
That greeted us with welcomes everywhere.
Poems about Family
Poet: John Imrie
The sweetest word on earth is home,
To loving hearts most dear;
Where'er our footsteps seek to roam,
Home thoughts are ever near.
The mem'ries sweet of life's spring-day
Keep fresh and green forever,
Like fragrant flowers they scent the way
Adown life's winding river.
The dearest spot beneath the skies
Is that we call "our home!"
'Tis there we look with longing eyes,
Though o'er the earth we roam!
Our homes may be where mountains rise
Like dark-green clouds to Heaven;
Or where the valley-lily lies
Our humble lot be given;
Or on an island of the sea
Oft by the tempest prest:
No matter where our homes may be,
To each that home is blest.
The strongest love within man's breast
Is love of life and home;
Like fledglings hovering round their nest
Our thoughts encircle home;
Our years may reach three-score-and-ten,
And full of changes be,
Yet scenes of home will haunt us then
When life was pure and free.
Where love hath cast her golden spell
And kindest deeds are done,
Where loving hearts unite to dwell,
'Tis heaven on earth begun;
Then cherish home with jealous care
And let not strife prevail;
Thus for our "heavenly home" prepare,
Secure within the vail.
Our homes can be like our heaven on earth. And how we live can prepare us for our future home in heaven. Let these heaven poems remind you of your future home which will be more than we can imagine.
Poet: John Howard Paine
Mid pleasure and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there.
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
The birds singing gayly, that came at my call-
Give me them — and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile.
And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight mid new pleasure to roam,
But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Reading this poem reminds me of Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz. She was so happy to be finally home. Sometimes what is right in front of us makes us the happiest, but to realize that we have to leave and then return. Be encouraged by these quotes about being happy.
Poet: Henry VanDyke
I read within a poet's book
A word that starred the page:
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage! "
Yes, that is true; and something more
You'll find, wherever you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.
But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest.
