by Anna Vallance
Home is where the heart is,
Be it rich or lowly place.
It's where we find a lighted lamp
And a cheerful loving face.
Home is a place where the heartstrings
Feel a tug that draws you back;
Where a wealth of precious memories
Recompense for worldly lack.
Home is where a mother's love
Surrounds with tender care;
Where tousled little childish heads
Bow down in sleepy prayer.
Home is where a father's strength
Surrounds, protects his own ...
God grant we keep within our hearts
This citadel of home.