OUR RURAL HOMES | AdventAI

S. D. A. Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Sep 7, 1882

FromThe Signs of the Times, Vol. 8, No. 34; Special Edition, No. 1

OUR RURAL HOMES.

In this dear home our little ones With life's first hour were blest; 'Tis here we watch and care for them, Like birdlings in a nest; Here mother earth has ne'er denied To us a bounteous store, A full supply for needful wants, Nor should we covet more.

The spring bird's notes are sweetest here; The summer flowers more fair, And autumn with her golden crown Of harvests rich and rare; And when rude winter's icy blasts Rage fiercely, far, and wide, Oh, what a blessing to enjoy A home and home's fireside!

Let others boast of mansions bright, Of power, or wealth, or fame, Or seek ambition's giddy height To win an honored name; Let all who choose, take foreign tours, And all who wish to, roam; But leave to me the sacred walls Of our own dear rural home.

—Christian at Work.