Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1845-09-25
HI ghHH D..
Home, thy joys are passing lovely
Joys no stranger heart can tell.

What charm rests upon the endearing name
----my home consecrated by domestic love---tha
golden key Of earthly happiness Without this
home would be like temple stripped of its gar
ands---there father welcomes with fond affec
ton; brothers. kind sympathies comfort in the
hour of distress, and assist in every trial. there
pious mother first taught the infant lips to sT
the name Of Jesus; and there loved sister dwcIls
the companion of early days.
Truly if there is aught that is lovely here
below, it is homc---sweet home it is like the
oasis of the desert. The passing Of our day;
may be painfu----our path may be chequereC
with sorrow and care---unkindness and frowns
may wither the joyousness of the heart efact
the happy smiles from the brow, and bedew life:
way with tears; yet, when the memory hover'
over the past there is no place upon which il
delights to lngcr, as the loved scenes of child
hoods home 1t is the polar star of existence
What cheers the mariner, far away from his ma
tive land, in a foreign port! or tossed upon the
bounding pillows, as he PAGES the deck at mid
night alone, what thoughts fill his breast! HI
is thinking of the loved ones far away at his owl
happy cottage; in his minds-cye he sees thu
smiling group seated around the cheerful fire
side In Imagination he hears them unitin.
their voices in singing the sweet songs which HI
loves. He is anticipating the hour when hi
shall return to his native land, to greet those alb
sent ones, so dear to his heart
Why rests that deep shade of sadness upor
the strangers brow as he seats himself amid the
family circle! He is surrounded by all the lux
ures wealth can afford; happy faces gather a
round hin, and strive in vain to win smile
All he is thinking of his own sweet home, o
the loved ones assembled within his own cheer
full cot
Why those tears which steal down the cheeks
of that young and lovely girl, as she mingles in
the social CIRCLE All she is an orphan sht
toe had happy home; but that house is nov
forsaken and desolate----its loved ones are now
sleeping in the cold and silent tomb The gen
tie mother who watched over her infancy, anC
hnshed her to sleep with lullaby which moth
er only can sing, who in girlhood days laugh
her Of the Savior, and tuned the youthful voice
to sing praises 40 his name----has gone to thu
mansions cfioy above, and is mingling he
songs and tuning he- golden harp with brigh
angels in heaven. Poor one She is now let
to tread the thorny path of life, lonely home
less wanderer.
Thus it is.in this changing world. The OBJ
iects most dear are snatched away. We ar
deprived of the friends whom we most love, an
our cherished home is rendered drear and desc
late. passing away" is engrayen on all thing
earthly But there is home that knows n
changes, where separations never take place
where the sorrowiag ones of this world ma
obtain relief for all their griels, where the sigh
and tears of earth are exchanged for unendni
songs of joy That home is found in heaven.
In the shadowy past, there is one sweet re
miniscence which the storms Of life can neye
wilher; it is the recollection of home--of child
hoods home In the visioncd future, there
one bright star whose ustre never fades; it
the hope of home----of heavenly home.-Hu
sitaI Visitor.