Here you will find thePoemMy Childhood's Homeof poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure, And drunk of the cup of delight; I have danced to the gayest measure In the halls of dazzling light. I have dwelt in a blaze of splendour, And stood in the courts of kings; I have snatched at each toy that could render More rapid the flight of Time's wings. But vainly I've sought for joy or peace, In that life of light and shade; And I turn with a sigh to my own dear home- The home where my childhood played! When jewels are sparkling round me, And dazzling with their rays, I weep for the ties that bound me In life's first early days. I sigh for one of the sunny hours Ere day was turned to-night; For one of my nosegays of fresh wild flowers, Instead of those jewels bright. I weep when I gaze on the scentless buds Which never can bloom or fade; And I turn with a sigh to those gay green fields- The home where my childhood played.
