Every life a delight . says Timothy Dwight,keeps the moral world in being, and secures it from an un-timely dissolution. Without it natural affection and amiable-ness would not exist, domestic education would become extinct,industry and economy be unknown, and man would be left tothe precarious existence of the savage. But for this institution,learning and refinement would expire, government sink intothe gulf of anarchy, and religion, hunted from the earth, wouldhasten back to her native heaven. Marriage makes home. Home is the nations unit and itsrecruiting shrine. Patriotism, or love of coun
Every life a delight . says Timothy Dwight,keeps the moral world in being, and secures it from an un-timely dissolution. Without it natural affection and amiable-ness would not exist, domestic education would become extinct,industry and economy be unknown, and man would be left tothe precarious existence of the savage. But for this institution,learning and refinement would expire, government sink intothe gulf of anarchy, and religion, hunted from the earth, wouldhasten back to her native heaven. Marriage makes home. Home is the nations unit and itsrecruiting shrine. Patriotism, or love of country, thrives mostwhen family love reaches its perfect stages. Man reaches his highest point of perfection in the bracingatmosphere of a love-blest home. Warmed and cheered by awise womans affection, his hidden comforts become moreprecious than the gold of the mountains or the treasures of thedeep. What greater thing is there, inquires George Eliot, fortwo human souls than to feel that they are joined for life—to 182. NEAR LOVES ALTAR The Tender Affections strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in allsorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with eachother in silent, unspeakable memories at the moment of thelast parting? LOVE AND LONGING Hes far away, the idol of my heart, And night and day, in dream and waking thought, I long for him with longing inexpressible. It is a longing that amounts to pain;Yet sweeter far the longing and the painThan stranger be to love. Sometimes he comes; he names the dayWhen I his face shall see and hearThe music of his voice. How sweetThe glad anticipation! I count the hoursUntil that interview so preciousBecomes reality to me. 0 love! O longing love!My inmost heart is stirred As by a power akin to the in force my very soulLeaps through the realms of spaceAnd clasps in ecstasy and eager hasteThe object of my love. Before mine eyes his image stands. 1 view his smile, his arms outstretched To clasp m
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