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