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The Home
Love builds for us a bower,
As bird its nest;
E'en from life's earliest hour
A home, a rest.
As bird its nest;
E'en from life's earliest hour
A home, a rest.
There order dwells, and joys
That never cease;
Calm that no storm destroys,
And lasting peace.
That never cease;
Calm that no storm destroys,
And lasting peace.
It may be poor and spare,
A clay-built cot;
Or palace wondrous fair;
We heed it not.
A clay-built cot;
Or palace wondrous fair;
We heed it not.
For there each helping hand,
And loving heart,
And thoughtful mind that planned,
Have borne their part.
And loving heart,
And thoughtful mind that planned,
Have borne their part.
Father and mother dear,
And brothers kind,
And sisters' love are here,
Our souls to bind.
And brothers kind,
And sisters' love are here,
Our souls to bind.
Shelter in youth and age,
To man 'tis given
To be his heritage
On earth, in heaven.
To man 'tis given
To be his heritage
On earth, in heaven.
Poem No. 323; c. 2 January 1875
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