Dwelling-places.
Where is thy home, O little fair head,With thy sunny hair, on earth's clouded way?
“On my lover's breast; and I take my rest,
And I know no terror by night or day.”
Where is thy home, O little fair heart,
With thy joyous hopes in life's shadows dim?
“In my lover's heart; and we never part,
For he carries me round the world with him.”
Where is thy home, O little fair soul,
So brave 'mid the old world's sorrow and care?
“My home is in heaven. To me 't is given
To win my lover to meet me there.”
