Henry Van Dyke

(10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)

A Home Song

Poem by Henry Van Dyke

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.


Comments about A Home Song by Henry Van Dyke

  • Ken Pickett (5/5/2018 8:44:00 PM)

    He makes of any dwelling, a really livable home(Report)Reply

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  • Ruta MohapatraRuta Mohapatra (11/24/2017 10:57:00 AM)

    The last stanza is beautiful.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003