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CHARITY AT HOME.
Two children stand, with dimpled cheek and chin,
Pressing their loving foreheads to the pane
To see the forest black in twilight rain,
But only see their happy walls within,
Winking in firelight, wavering rosy-warm,
While rush without, roaring, the wings of storm.
Pressing their loving foreheads to the pane
To see the forest black in twilight rain,
But only see their happy walls within,
Winking in firelight, wavering rosy-warm,
While rush without, roaring, the wings of storm.
So, often, we who in charm'd circles stand,
Where the good Fairy, Fortune, smiling brings
God's transient gifts with ever-gracious wings,
Behold the world in her closed Fairyland:
For, warm within, from our sweet rooms we gaze
Into the dark, and see—our Fireside-blaze!
Where the good Fairy, Fortune, smiling brings
God's transient gifts with ever-gracious wings,
Behold the world in her closed Fairyland:
For, warm within, from our sweet rooms we gaze
Into the dark, and see—our Fireside-blaze!
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