The poet says that when one is away from home, splendid things dazzle us but it is in vain, or of no use. Give me them - and the peace of mind, dearer than all! The birds singing gayly, that come at my call. Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again! Stanza 2 An exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain The poet exclaims about his home, his sweet home. Even if we seek this feeling through the world, we can never find it elsewhere. A charm from the sky, or the heavens, seem to bless us at home, making it holy. The poet says that although we may roam palaces and enjoy many different kinds of pleasure, there’s no place like home, even if it is humble. There’s no place like home, oh, there’s no place like home ! Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere. Stanza 1 ’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,īe it ever so humble, there’s no place like home Ī charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, The rhyme scheme of each stanza is aabbcc. No matter how many beautiful places we roam, they will never measure up to home. It soothes our heart and brings us comfort. As humble as it may be, there is no place like home. This poem talks about the comfort and pleasure of home.
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