My Mary's voice!--It is the hour
She promised to be here:
Taught by love's mysterious power,
I know that she is near.
I hear the melody she sings
Beneath our happy dome,
And now the woodland cheerly rings
With Mary's welcome home.
My Mary's voice!--I hear it thrill
In rapture on the gale,
As she comes gliding down the hill
To meet me in the vale.
In all the world, on land or sea,
Where'er I chance to roam,
No music is so sweet to me
As Mary's welcome home.
Welcome Home
George Pope Morris
(1)
Poem topics: happy, music, power, sea, world, rapture, sweet, mysterious, chance, beneath, melody, home, love, I love you, voice, hear, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Welcome Home poem by George Pope Morris
Best Poems of George Pope Morris