MY LOW AND HUMBLE HOME
by: Nathaniel Hawthorne
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- LEFT my
low and humble home,
- Far from my Father's fields to roam.
- My peaceful cot no more had charms,
- My only joy was War's alarms.
- I panted for the field of fight,
- I gaz'd upon the deathless light,
- Which o'er the Hero's grave is shed,
- The glorious memory of the dead.
- Ambition show'd a distant star,
- That shed its radiance bright and far,
- And pointed to a path which led
- O'er heaps of dying and of dead;
- Onward I press'd with eager feet,
- And War's dread thunder still would greet
- My reckless ears. Where'er I trod,
- I saw the green and verdant sod,
- Turn red with blood of slaughter'd foes,
- And Fury veil'd in smoke arose.
- I gain'd the envied height; and there,
- I sigh'd for that lone cottage, where
- The early hours of life flew by,
- On wings of youthful ecstasy.
- Too late I found that Glory's ray,
- Could never bring one happy day.