Home is Where There's One to Love Us

Home's not merely four square walls,
Though with pictures hung and gilded;
Home is where Affection calls,—
Filled with shrines the Heart hath builded!
Home!—go watch the faithful dove,
Sailing 'neath the heaven above us;
Home is where there's one to love!
Home is where there's one to love us!

Home's not merely roof and room,—
It needs something to endear it;
Home is where the heart can bloom,—
Where there's some kind lip to cheer it!
What is home with none to meet,—
None to welcome, none to greet us?
Home is sweet,—and only sweet,—
Where there's one we love to meet us!