Oh home beloved, I don't remember
Your valleys fair and snowcapped mountains
Your peaceful hamlets, mid the trees
Your murmuring streams and crystal fountains
Kissed by the cool, soft, balmy breeze
Words cannot tell how well I love thee
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Nor speak my longing, when I roam
On foreign land or distant sea
As time rolls by, my heart grows fonder
And yearns more lovingly for thee
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My heart alone can cry to heaven
Where I was nurtured by thy side
In thy holy habitation
Did my spirit once reside
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Thou hast placed me here on earth
To do thy will, to toil and slumber
I have learned to call you father
Thru thy spirit without number
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Then at length when I've completed
All you sent me forth to do
Truth is reason; truth eternal
Let me come and dwell with you
About the Creator
Dr. David Yates
You will find a piece of my life in everything I write. I am not a lover of words, but actions. If you're looking for TRUTH, you've come to the right place. I just want to share my story, in hope that it will enhance yours.
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