seems A charm from the sky which, seek through the world, Home; home; we no place like home! is hallow us there is neer met with elsewhere: sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home! there's no place like home; John Howard Fayne. / The shore is lined with anchored Slipch, One ship the line no eye will miss; But God. will know which anchion slips tus sud his angels out with this 6.4. [HELEN HUNT JACKSON.] POEMS OF THE AFFECTIONS. BENEDICITE. FRIENDSHIP. GOD's love and peace be with thee, where Whether through city casements comes It freshens o'er thy thoughtful face, Imparting, in its glad embrace, Beauty to beauty, grace to grace! Fair Nature's book together read, The old wood-paths that knew our tread, The maple shadows overhead, The hills we climbed, the river seen Where'er I look, where'er I stray, O'er lapse of time and change of scene, Thou lack'st not Friendship's spellword, nor With these good gifts of God is cast Thy lot, and many a charm thou hast To hold the blessed angels fast. If, then, a fervent wish for thee The sighing of a shaken reed, THE half-seen memories of childish days, And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness, Like daily sunrise there. My careful heart was free again ; O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth; The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life RALPH WALDO EMERSON. THE MEMORY OF THE HEART. IF stores of dry and learned lore we gain, edge call, There is the common ledger for them all; Nor lose their lustre till the heart stands still. DANIEL WEBSTER. 39 And shall we breathe in happier spheres No matter; while our home is here OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. DREAMS AND REALITIES. O ROSAMOND, thou fair and good Why didst thou droop before thy time? For, looking backward through my tears On thee, and on my wasted years, I cannot choose but say, If thou hadst lived to be my guide, O child of light, O golden head! Why didst thou vanish from our sight? |