A Home Song Poem by Henry Van Dyke

A Home Song

Rating: 2.8


I read within a poet's book
A word that starred the page:
'Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage! '

Yes, that is true; and something more
You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.

But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest.

A Home Song
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 05 November 2020

Yes, that is true; and something more You'll find, where'er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls Can never make a home. very good poem. tony

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Ken Pickett 05 May 2018

He makes of any dwelling, a really livable home

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Ruta Mohapatra 24 November 2017

The last stanza is beautiful.

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Henry Van Dyke

Henry Van Dyke

Germantown, Pennsylvania
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