Messages from My Soul

Where I Left My Heart

WHERE I LEFT MY HEART

I have beheld so many distant lands,

Foot set upon the most exotic strands

But I took not my heart with me.

Where is it? Where could it really be?

Well, 'tis far, so far from here,

So far from this dreary sea

Where I now am, for once I did fear

That it I might lose, I might forget,

For so many worlds there are yet to roam.

I left it home, my friend, I left it home!

Perhaps, for simply I would not let

My zeal for my journey from my mind erase

The sweet memories that once had been

My days in that lost home unseen. . .

'Twas my sanctuary, where the sun's golden rays

Upon the earth graves light with sacred art;

'Twas the delicate cradle of my innocence--

Home, 'twas where I left my heart.

Home. Where the line 'twixt life and death is but a pretense,

I left my heart there. . . yes, yonder there:

The closest place to the arms of Providence.