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The Home
The supper o'er, with books, or converse sweet,Or lightsome tasks the happy hours they spend;
Perhaps some tale of olden time repeat,
Or welcome give to neighbor, and to friend;
Of the new Country and its sights they tell,
Of Indian wiles and savage beasts of prey;
And now their voices loud in concert swell,
As pleased they sing some simple, household lay.
Dear Social Joys! that, on our journey here,
Reflect the hues of heaven's serener clime;
Through the dark vista seen of many a year,
How brightly shines your lamp, undimmed by time,
To guide the wanderer, wheresoe'er he roam,
Till he shall gain his sure, eternal home!
Poem No. 579; c. 1878–80
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