Stones from The Quarry | ||
THE TRUE HOME.
Happy the man who calls her his, the good,True Wife, pure-minded Woman! When he home
From toil and moil of th' outer life doth come,
His threshold makes him music, where she stood
To smile him forth, the House's livelihood;
Mosting his Best with her true-added sum!
Her well-come makes his doorposts never dumb;
There stops “dull Care,” within loth to intrude!
Sweet Order reigns throughout; whose harmony,
Grander than anthem, up to God ascends.
Taught by “example” to exemplify
The Mother's virtue with the children's blends.
Sweet picture! light and shadow, earth and sky;
We scarce where Heaven begins know or Earth ends!
Stones from The Quarry | ||