Riley Songs of Home | Page 4

WE MUST BELIEVE 130
WE MUST GET HOME 19
WHERE-AWAY 57
WHO BIDES HIS TIME 68
WRITIN' BACK TO THE HOME-FOLKS 76

RILEY SONGS OF HOME
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WE MUST GET HOME
We must get home! How could we stray like this?--?So far from home, we know not where it is,--?Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place?Of children's faces--and the mother's face--?We dimly dream it, till the vision clears?Even in the eyes of fancy, glad with tears.
We must get home--for we have been away?So long, it seems forever and a day!?And O so very homesick we have grown,?The laughter of the world is like a moan?In our tired hearing, and its song as vain,--?We must get home--we must get home again!
We must get home! With heart and soul we yearn?To find the long-lost pathway, and return!...?The child's shout lifted from the questing band?Of old folk, faring weary, hand in hand,?But faces brightening, as if clouds at last?Were showering sunshine on us as we passed.
We must get home: It hurts so staying here,?Where fond hearts must be wept out tear by tear,?And where to wear wet lashes means, at best,?When most our lack, the least our hope of rest--?When most our need of joy, the more our pain--?We must get home--we must get home again!
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We must get home--home to the simple things--?The morning-glories twirling up the strings?And bugling color, as they blared in blueAnd?-white o'er garden-gates we scampered through;?The long grape-arbor, with its under-shade?Blue as the green and purple overlaid.
We must get home: All is so quiet there:?The touch of loving hands on brow and hair--?Dim rooms, wherein the sunshine is made mild--?The lost love of the mother and the child?Restored in restful lullabies of rain,--?We must get home--we must get home again!
The rows of sweetcorn and the China beans?Beyond the lettuce-beds where, towering, leans?The giant sunflower in barbaric pride?Guarding the barn-door and the lane outside;?The honeysuckles, midst the hollyhocks,?That clamber almost to the martin-box.
We must get home, where, as we nod and drowse,?Time humors us and tiptoes through the house,?And loves us best when sleeping baby-wise,?With dreams--not tear-drops--brimming our clenched eyes,--?Pure dreams that know nor taint nor earthly stain--?We must get home--we must get home again!
We must get home! The willow-whistle's call?Trills crisp and liquid as the waterfall--?Mocking the trillers in the cherry-trees?And making discord of such rhymes as these,?That know nor lilt nor cadence but the birds?First warbled--then all poets afterwards.
We must get home; and, unremembering there?All gain of all ambition otherwhere,?Rest--from the feverish victory, and the crown?Of conquest whose waste glory weighs us down.--?Fame's fairest gifts we toss back with disdain--?We must get home--we must get home again!
We must get home again--we must--we must!--?(Our rainy faces pelted in the dust)?Creep back from the vain quest through endless strife?To find not anywhere in all of life?A happier happiness than blest us then ...?We must get home--we must get home again!
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JUST TO BE GOOD
Just to be good--
This is enough--enough!?O we who find sin's billows wild and rough,?Do we not feel how more than any gold?Would be the blameless life we led of old?While yet our lips knew but a mother's kiss??Ah! though we miss?All else but this,?To be good is enough!
It is enough--
Enough--just to be good!?To lift our hearts where they are understood;?To let the thirst for worldly power and place?Go unappeased; to smile back in God's face?With the glad lips our mothers used to kiss.?Ah! though we miss?All else but this,?To be good is enough!
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MY FRIEND
"He is my friend," I said,--?"Be patient!" Overhead?The skies were drear and dim;?And lo! the thought of him?Smiled on