Poetry: Home

If ever Peace, with gentle wing, Visits our cold aad cloudy clime, Or stoops, her radiant lines to fling Upon the etormy shore oí Time; Surely her light and gentle feet. - A timid dove- delight to roam, Whare heart to heart in union meet, Among the quict scènes of home. If ever joy in robes of light, To bless the bound and weary one, Comes downward through the long, long night Ofeorrow, from her sunlit throne; Where can her reeting placebo found- Her ptiro and Btainless spirit come, But m the sympathies around, And to the blessed holds of homo. ïf ever Love, the first the best, The surest dream to ranrtals givent Ono Jittle spot of earth has drest With dews,. and rays,and ftowers of heaven; It is that apot of verdant green, W here.virtue and her handmaids come, To deck with simple charms the scène, And ble9a the holy haunfs of home. If ever Hope, thatlo the heart Is as sun9hin9 to the flower, Comes to tne spirit lo impart Her sweetest and her freehest power: Tis wben pale sorrow waves her shroud, The darke3t in life's vaulled dome, And sweetly beams upon the cloud Her rainbow promise - pointing Home.