Oh, what is home? that awoet ccmpanionhlp Oí life the bettor part; The happy tsmile of wclcomo on th lip Upapringing irom the heart. It is tlio eager clasp of kindly luitids, The long remembered tone, Tho ready aympathy Which nmleratands AU leeling by ita own. Tlio rosv cheak of lí 1 1. le children preased To ours in loving glee; The presenco of our clearest and our beat, No luatter wlicre we be. And, ftiilitig tliis, a prince may homeless live, Thongh palace walls are nigh; And havirm it, (iesert shora may t'ivo The oy wealtb cannoc buy. Far-reaehing oa tw carth'arcinotest span, W'iíh'Mproad as ocean foani, One tlioujíht is sacrul in tho broast oí lll.L ! - It is tlie thouffbt of home. Th;it liltlc word hif hinnan fate ahall bind With destiniea above, For there the home nf bis iinniortal mind ís iu God's vidt;r lo 70.