Home and Friends Around Us.
Oh! there's a power to make each hour
As sweet as Heaven designed it;
Nor need we roam to bring it home,
Though few there be that find it.
We seek too high for things close by,
And lose what nature found us;
For eye hath here no charm so dear,
As Home, and Friends around us. We oft destroy the present joy
For future hopes, and praise them;
While flowers as sweet bloom at our feet,
If we'd but stoop to raise them.
For things afar still sweeter are,
When youth's bright spell hath bound us.
But soon we're taught that earth hath naught
Like Home, and Friends around us. The friends that speed in time of need,
When hope's last reed is shaken,
To show us still, that come what will,
We are not quite forsaken;
Though all were night, if but the light
From friendship's altar crowned us,
'Twould prove the bliss of earth was this;
Our Home, and Friends around us.