New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-04-19
HAPPY AT HOME.
By MRS. ,. osG GOD.


LET the gay and the idle 90 forth where they will,
10 search OF soft Pleasure that syren of i'll;
Let them seek her in Fashions iiumned saloon,
Where Melody mocks at the heart ont of tune;
Where the laugh gushes light from the lips of the
maiden laden
While her spirit, perchance is with sorrow O err
And where mid the carlsnds JOY only should braid,
Is SANDER, the snake, by its rattle betrayed.
All. no let the idle for happiness roam,
For mel but ask 10 be happy at home y
At home oh how thrillingly sweet is that word,
Aud BY it what visions OF beauty are stirred
| ask not that Luxury curtain my room
With Damask from lndia's exquisite loom;
The sunlight OF heaven is precious TO me,
And musn will veil it if blazing too free;
The elegant triAes OF Fashion and Wealth
Ineed mott ask but for comfort and health
With these and my dear ones | care not to roam,
For, oh am happy, most happy at home!
One bright little room where the children may play
Unfearu of spelling the costly array
Where he, toO--our dearest of all on the earth,
May find the sweet welcome he loves at his hearth (;
The hire blazing warmly-ihe SOFA drawn nigh
And the stsr lamp alght on the table close by
Anew sunny pictures in simple frames shrined,
few precious yolumes-the wealth OF the mind ;
And here and there treasured some rare gem OF art
10 klndle the fancy or soften the heart;
Thus richly surrounded, why, why should roam
Oh am not haqpy-mos happy at home Z!
The little ones weary Of books and of play,
Nestle down on cur bosoms-our Ellen and May
And softly the simple, ahectionate PRAYER
Ascends in the clsdness Of innocence there;
And now, ere they leave u.s. sweet kisses and light
They lavish repeating their merry good night
While with my needle, my book or my pen
Urn converse with HIM, am contented again
ana cry" Can ever be tempted to roam.
while blessings like these make me happy ct
home ;"
ADDED VERSES. BY KATE ROBINS
WHEN the morning sun, brightly o er mountain and
streams,
Comes peepins in lightly disturbing my dreams
And the little brown wren from its home in the pate
CHIPPING sweety near the old garden gate
Aad the lark aud the innet, having greeted the
dawn, lawn
Are sprinsiog SO lightly DER the moss covered
And The thrush aud the third are plucking the
berries,
And robin the red-bresst is stealing my cherries
AwsNe from nay slOnlbers where in dreams did
roam.
And feel o how thankful so happy at home
Then he little ones nesting SO rosy and brich,
Disturbed by my footsteps now wake TO the light
While q curl OF each lip, ard halliday sigh,
Brings Kiss 20 each cheek and q smile in each eve
And May with her ringle's half irizzed DER her
head
o'awis ont Of her trundle, her own little bed
AID Ellen, God bless her, as she's wont from my
care,
VA her knees gently resting, is breathing prayer
's'HS' aye how often, who coa'd wish TO roam,
''" NE me they re SO bsppy--so happy a,
No" Tue Breakfast all over, and the little one,
dressed,
'npauen'y waiting are by Joe now csress,d-
as leaPing and barking and kissing each hand
ae seems so delighted tina, he scsrcel, "a, ,,onA,
We HE 70 the orchard, where the rich hsrvo.,
sad each fruit in its ripeoess surprisingly far
shansing 50 tempting above and aroun5
,sd dropping and perchine it falls to the srorns
ne ,ha: lmsure never could roap
''Sever so handle, while so happy at home
'oaie IN the garden, where suns golden rsv
'a'LnS more gentle, gives repose 10 the dsv-