The Spot Where I Was Born.
I have wandered on thro' many a clime
Where flowers of beauty grew,
Where all was blissful to the heart,
And lovely to the view;
I have seen them in their twilight pride,
And in the dress of morn,
But none appeared so sweet to me
As the spot where I was born.
I have wandered on thro' many a clime,
And gazed on palace walls,
Yet never wished that step of mine
Should tread those stately halls;
For midst the pomp that circled me,
I still should be forlorn,
Give me, give me the lowliest cot
On the spot where I was born.