Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

THE HAPPY HOME.
How I long for a home in some green shady place,
Far away from the throng, and unknown to the chase,
Where the stillness that reigns at the dawning of day
By the horn of no huntsman is hurried away ;
Where the brier, and the birch, and the hazel tree spread
O'er a fair flowery sward where his foot dare not tread ;
Where all creatures are free as the air that they breathe —
Safe in light or in shade from all danger and death ;
Wliere the moors and the meads of their marshes are drained;
Where the soil with the blood of no victim is stained ;
Where the cool breezes blow when the sun overwarms.
Giving birth unto Beauty, profuse in her charms ;
Where the deer bathe their feet in the clear mountain dew ;
Where no horn or no hound dare their footsteps pursue,
Wliere they bound the long day on the green mountain
breast,
And at sunset sweep down the dark glen to their rest ;
Wliere the hare has a home 'neath the green-spreading
brake,
And the swan sails secure on the calm slumbering lake ;
Where the hawthorn embosoms the gold-blossom'd broom.
And the daisies and violets are crowding for room ;
Where the streamlet's heard stealing away from its source.
And seen glancing along in a serpentine course ;
Where the finny tribes leap in the sun's golden beams,
And enrich his bright rays with their silvery gleams ;
Where the banks are all shaded with far-spreading trees,
And the youth are at labour — the aged at ease ;