Welcome, welcome, weary pilgrim,
To the friends who love you best
Now no more your thoughts shall wander,
Now your xx-worn feet shall rest:
Weary pilgrim!
Welcome to your native home!
As mothers mourn the child departing,
So did we your loss deplore;
As mothers greet the child returning,
So we joy to grieve no more;
Weary pilgrim!
Welcome to your native home!
Fairer xx, and softer climates
May in other lands be found
But the sweet domestic virtues
Thrive alone on British ground;
Weary pilgrim
Welcome to your native home!
Here are eyes that, that speak a meaning,
Which the tongue can never tell;
Here are hearts that share the feeling,
Which within your bosoms swell;
Weary pilgrim
Welcome to your native home!
Live we, then, in blissful union,
Children of eternal day;
Till, upborne home from earth to heaven
Waiting angels whispering say -
"Weary pilgrims!
Welcome to your endless home!"