Go where I wilt, stray where I may,
Lake, mountain bold, or sweet vale sunny;
One spot to me seems yet more fair--
Unrivall'd beauteous, beyond compare!
Neath foreign skies should I chance to roam,
Enthrall'd, my thoughts would fly o'er the foam'
Constant dreams my soul should each moment fill,
Of that sweet cot. perched on yon green hill'
Under that lowly thatched roof God's sweet light fell on me,
My childhood's days there passed-happily,
As by fond parents knee I gambolled in childish mirth'
Undimmed my mind with cares of earth.
Never more, alas! for us will youth's gay tide return'
Ever found, ah, yes! within the Celestial Bourne'