The Home Circle

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The Home Circle.

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Two boats rocked on the river, In the shadow of leaf and tree; One was in love with the harbor, One was in love with the sea.
The one that loved the harbor The winds of fate outbore, But held the other, longing, Forever against the shore.
The one that rests on the river, In the shadow of leaf and tree, With wistful eyes looks ever To the one far out at sea.
The one that rides the billow, Though sailing fair and fleet, Looks back to the peaceful river, To the harbor safe and sweet.
One frets against the quiet Of the moss-grown shaded shore; One sighs that it may enter That harbor nevermore.
One wearies of the dangers, Of the tempest's rage and wail; One dreams, amid the lilies, Of a far-off snowy sail.