'Tis fine to see the Old World, a… Among the famous palaces and citie… To admire the crumbly castles and… But now I think I’ve had enough o… So it’s home again, and home again…

Yours is a garden of old—fashioned… Joyous children delight to play th… Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of da… Old—time tunes and young love’s la…

Home, for my heart still calls me; Home, through the danger zone; Home, whatever befalls me, I will sail again to my own! Wolves of the sea are hiding

Once, only once, I saw it clear,… That Eden every human heart has d… A hundred times, but always far aw… Ah, well do I remember how it see… Through the still atmosphere

Count not the cost of honour to th… The tribute that a mighty nation p… To those who loved her well in for… Means more than gratitude for glor… For every noble man that she hath…

Thou warden of the western gate, a… The fogs of doubt that hid thy fac… Thine eyes at last look far and cl… To spread the light of liberty wor… No more thou dreamest of a peace r…

In the pleasant time of Pentecost… By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler’s winding pa… Or waded the stream at will, And the friendly fertile German l…

THE HOUSE The cornerstone in Truth is laid, The guardian walls of Honour made… The roof of Faith is built above, The fire upon the hearth is Love:

THE MOONBEAMS over Arno’s va… When first I heard the nightingal… So passionate, so full of pain, it… I longed to hear a simpler strain,… The laverock sings a bonny lay abo…

They tell me thou art rich, my cou… In glittering flood has poured int… Thy flocks and herds increase, thy… With harvest, and thy stores can h… Their merchandise; unending trains…

Limber—limbed, lazy god, stretched… Where is sweet Echo, and where is… What are you making here? “Listen… “Out of a river—reed music for man…

O garden isle, beloved by Sun and… Whose bluest billows kiss thy curv… Whose amorous light enfolds thee i… That fill with fruit each dark—lea… What hidden hatred hath the Earth…

LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæu… youngest of the shepherds, Saying, “I will make you keeper o… Golden were the hives, and golden…

Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by!

With memories old and wishes new We crown our cups again, And here’s to you, and here’s to y… With love that ne’er shall wane! And may you keep, at sixty—seven,