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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 9, 1901

HOME

By M. E. J.

Ah, home! when all elsewhere is dreary, When we are most heartless and weary, What place beside is half so cheery As home, sweet home!

There innocent and childish prattle Beguile the hours with noisy tattle; Forgetful half of life's rough battle, We are at rest.

At night, when home from work returning, We see afar a bright light burning, In haste we seek the shortest turning To home, sweet home!

Where, o'er the frugal board presiding, In hope and faith and love abiding, The mother hears from lips confiding, The day's exploits.

And thus the moments so entrancing Glide swift away, when some one, glancing At the tall clock, sees near advancing The midnight hour.

And while the bird of night is brooding, Oh, where, beside, come dreams so soothing As now from out our brows are smoothing The lines of care?

Fancy in dreams her flight is winging, In sweet, low tones joy-bells seem ringing, A psalm of peace night winds are singing, At home, sweet home!

— M. E. J., in the Century.