WINGS FOR HOME.

BY DENIS FLORENCE MAC CARTHY, M.R.I.A.

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My heart hath taken wings for home;
  Away!  away!  it cannot stay.
My heart hath taken wings for home,
Nor all that's best of Greece or Rome
  Can stop its way.
My heart hath taken wings for home,
    Away!

My heart hath taken wings for home,
  O Swallow, Swallow, lead the way!
O little bird!  fly north with me,
I have a home beside the sea
  Where thou canst sing and play.
My heart hath taken wings for home,
    Away!

My heart hath taken wings for home,
  But thou, O little bird!  wilt stay;
Thou hast thy young ones with thee here,
Thy mate floats with thee through the clear
  Italian depths of day.
My heart hath taken wings for home,
    Away!

My heart hath taken wings for home,
  Away!  away! it cannot stay.
One spring from Brunelleschi's dome,
To Venice by the Adrian foam,
  Then westward be my way.
My heart hath taken wings for home,
    Away!

Florence, June, 1862.

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MacCarthy, Denis Florence (1817-1882), ed. The Book of Irish Ballads. Dublin: James Duffy, 1869.

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