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“When the Sun is setting, cool fall it gleams upon the earth, and the shadows lengthen; but they all point toward the Morning.”
Jean Paul Richter.“I am fully convinced that the Soul is indestructible, and that its activity will continue through eternity. It is like the Sun, which, to our eyes, seems to set in night; but it has in reality only gone to diffuse its light elsewhere.”—
Goethe.TO MY DEAR AND HONOURED FRIENDS, Miss LUCY OSGOOD AND Miss HENRIETTA SARGENT, This Volume IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED, IN TOKEN OF GRATITUDE FOR THEIR EXAMPLE, WHICH CONFERS BEAUTY AND DIGNITY ON DECLINING YEARS, BY ACTIVE USEFULNESS AND KINDLY SYMPATHY WITH THE HUMAN RACE.
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OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
More pleasant seem their own surroundings,
Though quaint and old,
Than newer homes, with their aboundings
Of marble, silk, and gold.
For 't is the heart inspires home-feelings,
In hut or hall,
Where memory, with its fond revealings,
Sheds a tender light o'er all.
Though quaint and old,
Than newer homes, with their aboundings
Of marble, silk, and gold.
For 't is the heart inspires home-feelings,
In hut or hall,
Where memory, with its fond revealings,
Sheds a tender light o'er all.
They love the wonted call to meeting,
By their old bell;
They love the old familiar greeting
From friends who know them well.
Their homesick hearts are always yearning,
When they're away;
And ever is their memory turning
To scenes where they used to stay.
By their old bell;
They love the old familiar greeting
From friends who know them well.
Their homesick hearts are always yearning,
When they're away;
And ever is their memory turning
To scenes where they used to stay.
L. M. C.
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OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
They love the places where they wandered
When they were young;
They love the books they've often pondered,
They love the tunes they've sung.
When they were young;
They love the books they've often pondered,
They love the tunes they've sung.
The easy-chair, so soft and dozy,
Is their delight;
The ample slippers, warm and cozy,
And the dear old bed at night.
Is their delight;
The ample slippers, warm and cozy,
And the dear old bed at night.
CHORUS.
Near their hearth-stones, warm and cheery,
Where, by night or day,
They're free to rest when they are weary,
There the old folks love to stay.
Where, by night or day,
They're free to rest when they are weary,
There the old folks love to stay.
L. M. C.
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