Cruise De Luxe
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 armchair.
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 drunk gin-slings in Singapore,
Loafed in 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
In your return!
Aye, though you comb the blasted earth
And roam the seven seas,
But when beside the quiet hearth
You cull your memories,
Then when the books and friends you love,
You’ll find in peace and rest
The end of travel is to prove
That home is best.
–Robert W Service