Rhymes of a Rolling Stone

Home and Love

     Just Home and Love! the words are small
     Four little letters unto each;
     And yet you will not find in all
     The wide and gracious range of speech
     Two more so tenderly complete:
     When angels talk in Heaven above,
     I'm sure they have no words more sweet
         Than Home and Love.

     Just Home and Love! it's hard to guess
     Which of the two were best to gain;
     Home without Love is bitterness;
     Love without Home is often pain.
     No! each alone will seldom do;
     Somehow they travel hand and glove:
     If you win one you must have two,
         Both Home and Love.

     And if you've both, well then I'm sure
     You ought to sing the whole day long;
     It doesn't matter if you're poor
     With these to make divine your song.
     And so I praisefully repeat,
     When angels talk in Heaven above,
     There are no words more simply sweet
         Than Home and Love.