I am sick of the roar of cities
And of faces cold and strange,
I know where there's warmth and welcome
And my yearning fancies range
Back to the dear old homestead,
With an aching sense of pain,
But there'll be joy in the coming
When I go home again.


Anonymous. Marion G. Romney: His Life and Faith by F. Burton Howard. Bookcraft. Salt Lake City. 1988. P.24