A Home Song Poem by Henry Van Dyke
A Home Song
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, where'er 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.
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1/26/2025 9:45:53 PM # 1.0.0
Yes, that is true; and something more You'll find, where'er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls Can never make a home. very good poem. tony