The road to laughter beckons me, <br /> The road to all that's best; <br />The home road where I nightly see <br /> The castle of my rest; <br />The path where all is fine and fair, <br /> And little children run, <br />For love and joy are waiting there <br /> As soon as day is done. <br /> <br />There is no rich reward of fame <br /> That can compare with this: <br />At home I wear an honest name, <br /> My lips are fit to kiss. <br />At home I'm always brave and strong, <br /> And with the setting sun <br />They find no trace of shame or wrong <br /> In anything I've done. <br /> <br />There shine the eyes that only see <br /> The good I've tried to do; <br />They think me what I'd like to be; <br /> They know that I am true. <br />And whether I have lost my fight <br /> Or whether I have won, <br />I find a faith that I've been right <br /> As soon as day is done.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-387/
