Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . ble shed,Blessings, blessings on yom- head !O what golden cords ye twineBound this bleeding heart of mine !O! the music of your voiceBids the mourning one rejoice, And your sunny glances tliiowGlorious summer round my ou ye! GUde around,Making home enchanted ground;Prattle, carol hj mine hearth,Beauteous gems of richest worth!I will haug upon my my fingers on the , thi-ough the falluig ye are so happy here. What would home, and all its cares,Be without your simple airs?Be without yom- loving of
Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . ble shed,Blessings, blessings on yom- head !O what golden cords ye twineBound this bleeding heart of mine !O! the music of your voiceBids the mourning one rejoice, And your sunny glances tliiowGlorious summer round my ou ye! GUde around,Making home enchanted ground;Prattle, carol hj mine hearth,Beauteous gems of richest worth!I will haug upon my my fingers on the , thi-ough the falluig ye are so happy here. What would home, and all its cares,Be without your simple airs?Be without yom- loving of domestic bUss?Ye are all my earthly wealth,—Stars in darkness, suns in health,—Flowers whose^^healing odoms riseLike the gales of it were my lot to dwellIn some humble cloistered cell,Poor and needy, fiiendless too,I would still rejoice with on ye! May you beFriends of want and miseiy!May you live, sweet ones, to throwNectar on the wounds^of woe,Live the Chi-istians boon to to benefit mankind!. EPISTLES AND LOCAL LYRICS.
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