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HOME, HAPPY.
O name for comfort, refuge, hope and peace!O spot by gratitude and memory blest!
Where, as in brighter worlds, ‘the wicked cease
From troubling and the weary are at rest,’
And all the Loves and Graces have their nest:
How brightly here those jewelled Virtues shine!
Where nothing said or done is seen amiss,
While sweet affections every heart entwine,
And righteousness and peace together kiss,
And all is human love, and love divine:
Thou little kingdom of serene delight,
Heaven's nursery and foretaste,—O what bliss
Where, in despite of toil, in want's despite,
Earth gives her child a paradise like this.
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