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AT HOME
My study is bestrewed with wreck,
Things of past days, in use no more;
When treasures now my walls should deck,
I view my relics o'er and o'er,
And fear to cast the form away
Which held my idol for a day.
Things of past days, in use no more;
When treasures now my walls should deck,
I view my relics o'er and o'er,
And fear to cast the form away
Which held my idol for a day.
Most like the room wherein I move,
My heart is full of broken toys,
Of symbols once akin to love,
Of outgrown faiths, and outlived joys.
Oh! Thou to whom all space is near,
Make room for thy new giving here!
My heart is full of broken toys,
Of symbols once akin to love,
Of outgrown faiths, and outlived joys.
Oh! Thou to whom all space is near,
Make room for thy new giving here!
| From Sunset Ridge | |