Southern garland . rcling Bearths. Six hearths are circled round our shores, and round The six hearths group a common race, Though leagues divide, the one light on their face : The same old songs and stories rise; the sound Of kindred voices and the dear Old English tongue make music; and men move From hearth to hearth with little fear Of aught, save open arms and love. To keep these hearth-fires red, to keep the doorOf each house -wide—that is our part:Surely t is noble! Surely heart to heart,Gods love upon us and one goal before,Is something worth ; something to winOur hearts to effort; some
Southern garland . rcling Bearths. Six hearths are circled round our shores, and round The six hearths group a common race, Though leagues divide, the one light on their face : The same old songs and stories rise; the sound Of kindred voices and the dear Old English tongue make music; and men move From hearth to hearth with little fear Of aught, save open arms and love. To keep these hearth-fires red, to keep the doorOf each house -wide—that is our part:Surely t is noble! Surely heart to heart,Gods love upon us and one goal before,Is something worth ; something to winOur hearts to effort; something it were goodTo garner soon ; and something t would be sinTo cast aside in wanton mood. My Countrymen, hats off! with heart and willThank God that you are free, and thenArise and don your nationhood like manlike face the world for good or be to you, and in the tideOf years great plenty till Times course be run:Six Ploughmen in the same field side by side,Eut, if need be, six Sw^ords as LOVES LEGACY. HE light upon her cheekIs nearing its lips whereof you speakAre not for lovers lips. The wherefore and the whyMake men and maidens weep ; Gold lights of hair and eyeGrey grow in endless sleep. A flower is she indeed, A lily-chalice pale,But evil ?was the seed Whence sprung a growth so frail. The debts we pile to-day They pay in ceaseless tears— With streaming eyes they payThe score in after-years. Who should not meet have met. They sin—the world rolls on !Dust all except the debt: Who pays ? She dies anon. eirclingdearths. ?^
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