《HOME HASTEN I﹗》 Oh, home hasten I! Why not return when fields and garden growing waste? Myself have made my soul the slave of my form, why regret and grieve alone? I realize that
So much time, i spent gazing into your eyes, ever so clear So many times, we walked in the parks, my hand in your arm A touch as sweet and gentle I know no other A smile so pure and happy lightens my
