I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure, And drunk of the cup of delight; I have danced to the gayest measure In the halls of dazzling light. I have dwelt in a blaze of splendour, And stood in the courts of kings; I have snatched at each toy that could render More rapid the flight of Time`s wings. But vainly I`ve sought for joy or peace, In that life of light and shade; And I turn with a sigh to my own dear home— The home where my childhood played! When jewels are sparkling round me, And dazzling with their rays, I weep for the ties that bound me In life`s first early days. I sigh for one of the sunny hours Ere day was turned to-night; For one of my nosegays of fresh wild flowers, Instead of those jewels bright. I weep when I gaze on the scentless buds Which never can bloom or fade; And I turn with a sigh to those gay green fields— The home where my childhood played.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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