Homesick

 Homesick

(HYMN) 

By Charles H. Towne 

SOMETIMES when the grind heart city beats on my 
heart
Like a brazen hammer with 
terrible blows,
 I think of a lost garden I knew 
in my boyhood, 
Filled with the scent of the rose. 

And sometimes, w h e n  the 

clamor of life seems end-

less,

 And my soul is bowed with 

its weight and pain 

I think of an old, still apple 

tree in blossom 

At the end of a hawthorn lane.

Oh, do not smile at such simple 

memories! 

They keep us young, they 

keep the man-heart right. 

And some time we will all go 

back contented 

To a Garden, and a Tree, in a place of light. 

THE ORIGINAL HISTORICAL ARTICLE PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

AMERICAN COOPERATIVE JOURNAL    MAY  1922

THE ORIGINAL HISTORICAL ARTICLE PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

THE ORIGINAL HISTORICAL  HYMN, RECITATION,  MOTION SONG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IN THIS ARTICLE IS  PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL AGRICULTURAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

THIS IS THE ORIGINAL HYMN OF THE LUTHERAN CHURCH OF THE STATES OF SOUTH DAKOTA AND THE NORTH DAKOTA,  AND THE ORIGINAL RECITATION, WHICH REACHED US FROM THE DAYS OF THE PILGRIMS WHO REACHED THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA CENTURIES AGO. THE ORIGINAL HYMN, RECITATION AND MOTION SONG WAS SERIOUSLY STILL CHANTED IN THE CELEBRATIONS OF THE EASTER MORNING AND THE FATHERS DAY AND MOTHERS DAY  IN THE STATES OF NORTH AND SOUTH DAKOTA IN THE YEAR OF 1921.