A Home Song ~ A Poem by Henry Van Dyke

A Home Song

Henry Van Dyke

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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