\u27Tis home where\u27er the heart is,Where\u27er its living treasures dwell;In cabin or in princely hall,In forest haunt or hermit\u27s cell.\u27Tis bright where\u27er the heart is,Its fairy spells have pow\u27r to bringFresh fountains to the wilderness,And to the desert vernal spring.
\u27Tis free where\u27er the heart is,Nor rankling chains, nor dungeon dim,Can check the mind\u27s aspirings,The bounding spirits pealing hymn.The heart gives life its beauty,Its warmth, its radiance and its power,Is sunlight to its rippling stream,And soft dew to its drooping flower
