My Childhood's Home

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I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure,
 And drunk of the cup of delight;
I have danced to the gayest measure
 In the halls of dazzling light.
I have dwelt in a blaze of splendour,
 And stood in the courts of kings;
I have snatched at each toy that could render
 More rapid the flight of Time's wings.
But vainly I've sought for joy or peace,
 In that life of light and shade;
And I turn with a sigh to my own dear home-
 The home where my childhood played!

When jewels are sparkling round me,
 And dazzling with their rays,
I weep for the ties that bound me
 In life's first early days.
I sigh for one of the sunny hours
 Ere day was turned to-night;
For one of my nosegays of fresh wild flowers,
 Instead of those jewels bright.
I weep when I gaze on the scentless buds
 Which never can bloom or fade;
And I turn with a sigh to those gay green fields-
 The home where my childhood played.

© Caroline Norton