This month’s first Sunday Poem is “The Happiness of Home”, written by Septimus Winner (11 May 1827 – 22 November 1902), an American poet and songwriter of the 19th century, who used one of his many pseudonyms when he composed this poem – Alice Hawthorn. This piece is part of a collection of ballads that became very popular to the wider public, which was also referred to as “Hawthorn’s Ballads”.
The verses of the poem “The Happiness of Home” sprinkled a welcoming feeling of bliss and consolation, a sense of protection that you often find in the heart of a home, despite everything that might cause disruption in the outer world.
As inspired by the theme of this month’s LAUREL Monthly Soundlust – Home -, I wanted to bring more poetry to that idea and I stumbled upon this beautiful poem, which I am now inviting you to explore further and understand it through your own emotional tentacles.
Enjoy reading the poem!
“The Happiness of Home”, by Alice Hawthorn (a.k.a. Septimus Winner)
The earth is bright with beauty,
And the distant sky is fair;
Over hill and o’er the meadow,
In the sunlight and the air.
How bright and how enchanting,
Is each object as we roam,
And how sweet is life’s contentment,
With the happiness of home.
The heart may have its sorrows,
And its trials for awhile,
But the cares of life are fleeting,
Tho’ they rob us of a smile;
Yet sweet are life’s endearments,
And the joys that ever come,
When the soul can find a rapture
In the happiness of home.
Where words are kindly spoken,
And where heart with heart can blend,
We can ever find a welcome,
As a stranger or a friend;
Let the cot be e’er so humble,
In this wide world as we roam;
There is nought to charm us ever
Like the happiness of home.
Thank you for reading and see you next week with a new selection of verses!