I
VE 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.
