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HOME AND FRIENDS.
Oh, there's a power to make each hour
As sweet as heaven designed it;
Nor need we roam to bring it home,
Though few there be that find it!
We seek too high for things close by,
And lose what nature found us;
For life hath here no charm so dear
As Home and Friends around us!
As sweet as heaven designed it;
Nor need we roam to bring it home,
Though few there be that find it!
We seek too high for things close by,
And lose what nature found us;
For life hath here no charm so dear
As Home and Friends around us!
We oft destroy the present joy
For future hopes—and praise them;
Whilst flowers as sweet bloom at our feet,
If we'd but stoop to raise them!
For things afar still sweetest are
When youth's bright spell hath bound us;
But soon we're taught that earth had nought
Like Home and Friends around us!
For future hopes—and praise them;
Whilst flowers as sweet bloom at our feet,
If we'd but stoop to raise them!
For things afar still sweetest are
When youth's bright spell hath bound us;
But soon we're taught that earth had nought
Like Home and Friends around us!
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The friends that speed in time of need,
When Hope's last reed is shaken,
That show us still, that, come what will,
We are not quite forsaken:—
Though all were night: if but the light
Of Friendship's altar crowned us,
'T would prove the bliss of earth was this—
Our Home and Friends around us!
When Hope's last reed is shaken,
That show us still, that, come what will,
We are not quite forsaken:—
Though all were night: if but the light
Of Friendship's altar crowned us,
'T would prove the bliss of earth was this—
Our Home and Friends around us!
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