"As love of native land," the old man said,
'Er stars and stripes a-wavin' overhead,
Er nearest kith-and-kin, er daily bread,
A Hoosier's love is for the old homestead."
I'M 016a-feelin' ruther sad,
Fer a father proud and glad
As I am—my only child
Home, and all so rickonciléd!—
Feel so strange-like, and don't know
What the mischief ails me so!—