Monday, August 24, 2020

I Gaze on the Moon as I Tread the Drear Wild

Home, Sweet Home
by John Howard Payne


'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
The birds singing gayly, that come at my call --
Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,
And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

Byrne, who was one of the earliest internationally recognized American dramatists and actors, wrote this as the lyrics for his opera, Clari; it was set to a tune by the British composer, Sir Henry Bishop. It became without any doubt one of the most popular songs of the nineteenth century, although now it's a poem whose influence is known more by continuing reverberation than by direct acquaintance. The song was so popular that for years it made very large sums of money for Bishop, for the publishers of the sheet music, and for the producers of the opera. Byrne, who could not have negotiated a good business contract to save his life and spent most of his life pouring most of his income into debts already owed, made relatively little from it.