Read it through once

“Adieu, beloved and lovely home! Adieu, Thou pleasant mansion, and ye waters bright, Ye lawns, ye aged elms, ye shrubberies light (My own cotemporary trees, that grew Even with my growth); ye flowers of orient hue, A long farewell to all! Ere fair to sight In summer-shine ye bloom with beauty dight, Your halls we leave for scenes untried and new. Oh, shades endeared by memory’s magic power, With strange reluctance from your paths I roam! But home lives not in lawn, or tree, or flower, Nor dwells tenacious in one only dome. Where smiling friends adorn the social hour, Where they, the dearest are, there will be home.”