The poetical works of Lucy Larcom

Come home with me, beloved!
God's children have but one:
Its windows glow and glisten,
Lit from beyond the sun;
Its golden hearth-fires beckon
To all, and aye to each
In deserts deep entangled,
Where but His eye can reach.

Come home with me, beloved!
These earthly homes of ours
Lift up their dull clay turrets
To hide heaven's pearly towers.
We stay shut in, distrustful,
Behind our threshold-line;
But He, with boundless welcome,
Flings wide His gates divine.

Come home with me, beloved!
The dearest of the dear
Is never comprehended
Or rightly measured here:
But we shall know each other
At last, grown pure and wise,
Reading Truth's radiant secret
With Love's enlightened eyes.

Come home with me, beloved!
Each in that house shall have
His own peculiar chamber,
Filled with the gifts He gave—
The mansion's Lord, our Father;
While, sons and princes there,
Each royally with others
His blessedness shall share.

Come home with me, beloved,—
Home to God's waiting heart!
In gladness met together
From paths too long apart;
Strangers no more, but brethren,
One life with Him to live!
Eternally receiving,
Eternally to give!

“Then I said in my heart, ‘Come home with me, beloved,—there is but one home for us all. When we find—in proportion as each of us finds—that home, shall we be gardens of delight to each other, little chambers of rest, galleries of pictures, wells of water.”—

MacDonald's Seaboard Parish.

University of Virginia Library

COME HOME!