The heart has many a dwelling-spot
On] lifetime's pilgrim way,
In many a land where human lot
Leads human foot to stray.
But time, nor change, can e'er efface
This truth, where'er we roam,-
That [the heart has many a dwelling-place,
But only once a home.
cot may for a palace change,
By [fortune's golden spell,
But this can ne'er our love estrange
From what the past can tell;
That truth, which memory loves to trace, Still lives beneath the dome,
That the heart has many a dwelling-place,
But only once a home.