YOUR HOME. Oh best of all the scattered spots that lie LEIGH HUNT-Catullus. One small spot Where my tired mind may rest and call it Home. It is a mystic circle that surrounds Comforts and virtues never known beyond The hallowed limit. SOUTHEY-Hymn to the Penates. Our abode The tabernacle of our earthly joys And sorrows, hopes and fears,—this Home of ours, Is it not pleasant? MOULTRIE-The Dream of Life. "And where," (cries some one) "is this blessed spot? May I behold it? May I gain admittance ?" Yes, with a thought—as we do. LEIGH HUNT. SHALL I PREDICT WHERE OR WHAT WILL BE YOUR HOME? SEE a small old-fashioned room, With pannelled wainscot high; Old portraits round in order set, Of dark mahogany. And there a high-backed, hard settee, On six brown legs and paws, Flowered o'er with silk embroidery; And there, all rough with fillagree, MRS. SOUTHEY. 2. Seest thou yon lonely cottage in the grove, D. HUNTINGTON. 3. The blushing apricot, and woolly peach A square-built house, by jealous walls and gates Save from a favored few. JOHN MOULTRIE-The Dream of Life. 6. The sun lies on your door-sill, where your book You daily read, and fit your line and hook, Or shape your bow. R. H. DANA-The Buccaneer. 7. The tiptoe traveller peeping through the boughs, With sward up to the path, and elm-trees nigh; A few of which, white-bedded, and well swept, For friends, whose names endear them, shall be kept. LEIGH HUNT. 8. In the vast city, with its peopled homes, And hearts all full of an immortal life, Thousands and tens of thousands beating there; 9. Into a forest far they thence him led, MRS. ELLIS. Where was their dwelling, in a pleasant glade, And mighty woods, which did the valley shade, Spreading itself into a spacious plain ; And in the midst a little river played Amongst the pumy stones, which seemed to 'plain With gentle murmur, that his course they did restrain. Beside the same a dainty place there lay, Planted with myrtle-trees, and laurels green, In which the birds sang many a lovely lay, Of God's high praise, and of their sweet love's teen, As it an earthly paradise had been; |