The Old, Old Home! Home of my youth, is it thus I behold thee, Could not the spoiler his ravage forbear? Tenantless walls, in your shadows enfold me, Still would I bide with happiness there. Home of my heart, 'twas these fancies that thronging, Tightened the chain of enchantment they wove; Touched by the charm with wild heartfilling longong, The emigrant turned to the land of his love. Haunting the dreams of my ocean - rocked pillow; Fresh as the brine of the breeze - broken foam, Heard when the morn - winds swept over the billow, Deep in my ears, rang that magic word "Home" - "The Old, Old Home" by L. H. B. /

The Old, Old Home!

Home of my youth, is it thus I behold thee, Could not the spoiler his ravage forbear? Tenantless walls, in your shadows enfold me, Still would I bide with happiness there. Home of my heart, 'twas these fancies that thronging, Tightened the chain of enchantment they wove; Touched by the charm with wild heartfilling longong, The emigrant turned to the land of his love. Haunting the dreams of my ocean - rocked pillow; Fresh as the brine of the breeze - broken foam, Heard when the morn - winds swept over the billow, Deep in my ears, rang that magic word "Home" - "The Old, Old Home" by L. H. B. /

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Bibliographic Details
Format:	Prints & Drawings
Language:	English
Published / Created:	[Dublin] : [s.n.], 188-.
Subjects:	Periodical illustrations > Irish > 1880-1890. Chromolithographs > Irish > 1880-1890
Notes:	Supplement to the Summer Double Number of the "Irish Fireside". Physical description: 1 print : chromolithograph ; 24.8 x 31.8 cm. more