From the Omaha Daily Bee, October 6, 1912. Home, sweet home! How many men Have sung that song the world around, And longed to find themselves again Upon that sweetly hallowed ground! The sailor on the distant sea, The hunter high upon the hill, Each of them dwelling tenderly Upon its sweet relations still! The love of kindred fills the place To keep it beautiful and sweet Through all the years that come apace, And whatsoever we may meet. Nor ever man so base but tears Have dimmed his eyes the way along For knowing through the long, long years The truth of that immortal song. Home, sweet home! The world grows old, But that sweet song is ever young, And will retain its tender hold. So long as ever songs are sung, There is no other place the same, Wherever human feet may wend. And in that song we shall acclaim Our great love for it to the end.