My Heart To-Day Is Strangely Full Of Home! How Is It With The Dear Ones Over There? Five Years! Five Long-Drawn Years! And One Short Moment Is Enough To Alter Life'S Complexion For Eternity! Home! Home! Home! * * * * * How Is It With You All At Home? * * * * * And You, My Dearest One, Are Ever Nearer To Me Than The Rest! Your Body Lies Beneath The Baobab In Far Shapanga; But Your Soul Is Ever Nearest When I Need You Most. Where A Man'S Treasure Is His Heart Is. And Half My Heart Is Buried There With You, And Half Works On For Africa. Home! Home! Home! * * * * * Why Should Such Thought Of Home Drag At My Heart To-Day? Why Should I Longer Roam? Why Should I Not Go Home? Five Years Of Toilsome Wanderings May Claim A Rest! * * * * * Nay! God Knows Best! When He Sees Well He'll Take Me Home And Give Me Well-Earned Rest. The Work Is Not Yet Done. This Land Of Night Is Not Yet Fully Opened To The Son And His Fair Light. But--When The Work Is Done-- Ah--Then!--How Gladly Will I Go-- Home!--Home--Home!-- To Rest!