. Waifs, and their authors . ight, Join the circle they left at the hearth, d their hearts feel at rest, mid the scenes they love best, In the sunniest spot of the earth. The sweet nest in the wood to the lark seemeth good. While the eagle, with wings strong and her home with the flags in the towering crags 238 WAIFS AND THEIR A UTHORS. That oerhang the white foam of the ! it is not the spot, be it palace or cot, That makes home the sweet Eden of earth—T is the dear ones we meet in its blissful retreat, And the love that encircles the hearth. There are those on lifes way who
. Waifs, and their authors . ight, Join the circle they left at the hearth, d their hearts feel at rest, mid the scenes they love best, In the sunniest spot of the earth. The sweet nest in the wood to the lark seemeth good. While the eagle, with wings strong and her home with the flags in the towering crags 238 WAIFS AND THEIR A UTHORS. That oerhang the white foam of the ! it is not the spot, be it palace or cot, That makes home the sweet Eden of earth—T is the dear ones we meet in its blissful retreat, And the love that encircles the hearth. There are those on lifes way who are homeless to-day, And they sigh as they wearily roam ;Through the fast falling tears they look back to the years That were spent in a beautiful we then are so blest with this haven of rest, Let the home be made cheerful with love,For our life is a dream—we may soon cross the stream To the beautiful mansions above. Shine on, hearth and home, oer lifes billows of ! beautiful love-light! beautiful home.
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