Cruise De LuxePublished by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2251 reads)
Though bliss it be to grandly roam
In foreign land or sea,
The joy of joys is coming home
And with content to settle down
From travel wear and tear,
With slippers, pipe and dressing-gown
In snug arm-chair.
When you have climbed the Pyramid,
Admired the Taj Mahal,
Beheld a bull-fight in madrid,
Gondoled the Grand Canal,
How gleeful seems the garden patch
With blooms of bonny hue!
How Towser , when you lift the latch,
Leaps up to you!
You've drank gin-slings in Singapore,
Loafed on the souks of Fez,
Sun-bathed on Capri's silver shore,
And scaled the heights of Eze,
For travel education is,
And how you see and learn . . .
But oh! The climax of your bliss
Is your return!
Aye, you may comb the blessed earth
And roam the seven seas,
But when beside the quiet hearth
You cull your memories,
Then with the books and friends you love,
You'll find in peace and rest,
The end of travel is to prove
THAT HOME IS BEST.
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