LOVE OF HOME.

[ZaunköniG]

LOVE OF HOME.
A REJOINDER.

Hence ! with your jeerings petulant and low ;
My love of Home no circumstance can shake ;
Too ductile for the change of place to break,
And far too passionate for thee to know ;
I and yon sycamore have grown together,
How on yon slope the shifting sunsets lie.
None know like me and mine ; and, tending hither,
Flows the strong current of my memory ;
From that same flower-bed, ever dear to me,
I learn'd how marigolds ^ do bloom and fade ;
And from the grove, which skirts this garden-glade,
I had my earliest thoughts of Love and Spring ;
Thou wott'st not how the heart of man is made ;
I learn from thee what change the world can bring.