Home Thoughts

I am tired of the dust And the fever and noise And the meaningless faces of men; And I want to go home! Oh, day after day I get thinking of home Where the black firs fringe the skyline, And the birds wheel down the silence, And the hemlocks whisper peace, And the hill-winds cool the blood, And the dusk is crowned with glory, And the lone horizon softens, And the world's at home with God! Oh, I want to go there! I want to go home!