Home, Sweet Home

　　A poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

　　It shall be a royal mansion,

　　A fair and beautiful thing,

　　It will be the presence-chamber

　　Of thy Saviour, Lord and King.

　　Thy house shall be bound with pinions

　　To mansions of rest above,

　　But grace shall forge all the fetters

　　With the links and cords of love.

　　Thou shalt be free in this mansion

　　From sorrow and pain of heart,

　　For the peace of God shall enter,

　　And never again depart.