Come Back Home!

Come back Father! come back Home! see your daughter come back home request is long, though words are meager, heart is tired, eyes are eager, to see you again but cannot find a single glimpse of your face full of grace... O! kind and tender! come back home... with your image dreams are pregnant dreams are rich but inadequate, for this craving heart. i have portraits of your figure fine but these photos are unkind. they don't let your tender hands reach my head. so come back home... why don't you hear my mute cries...? tho' these are knocking upon the higher skies. don't you know that in my heart your memory lies. my anxious soul and silent sighs call you Father come back Home... see your daughter come back Home...