Here Sparrows Build Upon The Trees, And Stockdove Hides Her Nest; The Leaves Are Winnowed By The Breeze Into A Calmer Rest; The Black-Cap'S Song Was Very Sweet, That Used The Rose To Kiss; It Made The Paradise Complete: My Early Home Was This. The Red-Breast From The Sweetbriar Bush Drop'T Down To Pick The Worm; On The Horse-Chestnut Sang The Thrush, O'Er The House Where I Was Born; The Moonlight, Like A Shower Of Pearls, Fell O'Er This "Bower Of Bliss," And On The Bench Sat Boys And Girls: My Early Home Was This. The Old House Stooped Just Like A Cave, Thatched O'Er With Mosses Green; Winter Around The Walls Would Rave, But All Was Calm Within; The Trees Are Here All Green Agen, Here Bees The Flowers Still Kiss, But Flowers And Trees Seemed Sweeter Then: My Early Home Was This.