Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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LOVE AND HOME. |
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LOVE AND HOME.
Oh! gentle, gentle words of Love and Home,
Ye bid Hope's Paradise around us bloom,
Where'er ye find us on the stormy Sea,
Or 'mid the City's crowds that stormier be.
Ye bid Hope's Paradise around us bloom,
Where'er ye find us on the stormy Sea,
Or 'mid the City's crowds that stormier be.
Oh! gentlest words, like winds of May ye come
Unto our freshened feelings—words of Home,
Winning the wanderer back—hearth, bow'r and shrine
Recalling—that with all his heart-strings twine.
Unto our freshened feelings—words of Home,
Winning the wanderer back—hearth, bow'r and shrine
Recalling—that with all his heart-strings twine.
Oh! sweet kind words of Love and Home, the Soul
Is stirred and melted by the priceless scroll—
That wafts a thousand thousand blessings far,
Even from the Eastern to the Western Star.
Is stirred and melted by the priceless scroll—
That wafts a thousand thousand blessings far,
Even from the Eastern to the Western Star.
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Oh! gentle words of Love and Home, for me
Your power must ever e'en as magic be,
I dwell on ye, and bower, hearth, hall, and shrine,
Once more, once more I feel are sweetly mine!
Your power must ever e'en as magic be,
I dwell on ye, and bower, hearth, hall, and shrine,
Once more, once more I feel are sweetly mine!
Bless'd words of Love and Home, we cling to ye
On the far waste or 'mid the stormy Sea,
Would that we clung thus to the words of Love
Which pitying Heaven hath sent us from above!
On the far waste or 'mid the stormy Sea,
Would that we clung thus to the words of Love
Which pitying Heaven hath sent us from above!
'Midst Life's stern deserts and its sullen gloom,
Would that sweet tidings of our Heavenly Home
Thus stirred our slumbering thoughts, thus gently wrought
A lovely change in the long-troubled thought!
Would that sweet tidings of our Heavenly Home
Thus stirred our slumbering thoughts, thus gently wrought
A lovely change in the long-troubled thought!
Thus soothed away the unrest of bitter life,
And calmed the spirit worn by feverish strife,
Words from our Heavenly Home—of Heavenly Love,
Would that as strong—as mighty, ye could prove!
And calmed the spirit worn by feverish strife,
Words from our Heavenly Home—of Heavenly Love,
Would that as strong—as mighty, ye could prove!
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But, Oh! our ears are deafened—dulled our hearts,
By worldly din, whose echo ne'er departs,
By worldly cares whose shadows ne'er unroll—
Or but too seldom, from the enshrouded Soul!
By worldly din, whose echo ne'er departs,
By worldly cares whose shadows ne'er unroll—
Or but too seldom, from the enshrouded Soul!
Sweet words of Love and Home, thrice blessed words,
That should indeed thrill all our bosom's chords,
Sent from the Skies, for ever to remind
That there our Home of Love we yet may find.
That should indeed thrill all our bosom's chords,
Sent from the Skies, for ever to remind
That there our Home of Love we yet may find.
Oh! let us still remember, still repeat
Those tidings true and holy, deep and sweet,
And stamp them in our heart's own living core,
Until we reach the Beatific shore!
Those tidings true and holy, deep and sweet,
And stamp them in our heart's own living core,
Until we reach the Beatific shore!
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