I read within a poet's book br A word that starred the page: br "Stone walls do not a prison make, br Nor iron bars a cage!" br br Yes, that is true; and something more br You'll find, where'er you roam, br That marble floors and gilded walls br Can never make a home. br br But every house where Love abides, br And Friendship is a guest, br Is surely home, and home-sweet-home: br For there the heart can rest.