Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1852-12-04
The Room Of the Household.

That holds all the comforts least like to miss I
Where, like ants in hillock we run in and out f;
Where sticks grace the corner, and hats lie
about; ....
Where no idlers dare come to annoy or amusc |
With their morning call budgctof scOndalous
news;
IT'S the room of the household-thc sacrcdly
free
lis the room of the household that's dcarestto
me.
The romp may be fcarlessly carried on there,
For no 6ijouteyio rubbish solicits our caro
All things arc a, meet for the hand and the eye
And patchwork and scribblng unheedcd may
lie;
Black Tom may be perchod on the sofa or chairs
lie may stretch his soft taons or scatter his
hairs;
Wet boots may come in and the ink drop
may fall,
For the room of tho household is I" liberty hall.
oher rooms may be thiclly and gorgoously
stored
With yoar Titans. Murrillos, Salvador and
Claude,
But the Morcland and Wilkic that hangs on
the wall,
OF the family parlor outvaluo them all.
The gay ottomans, claiming such social regard,
Are exceedingly fine but exceedingly hardi
They may serve for state purposcs-but 50 If
you please,
To the household room cushions for comfort
and case.
And the book k.shclvcs--w where tones of all
sizes arc spread,
/ Not placed to be looked at, but meant to be
| read;
| All dclaccd and bcthumcd, and would not be
/ sworn
| But some volumes, pcrchancc the most precious,
arc torn,
There's the library open but if your heart
ycarns,
As all human hearts must, for the song Of q
Burns,
| Or the tale Of Vicar that ever rich gem,
You must go to the room OF the household foI
them.
'ril the shadicst place, when the blazing sur
filings
His straight rays on the rose and the butterfly,
wings;
For the fist beams of morning arc all that dare
peep
Through the windows, where myrtle and cglan-
tine creep.
Happy faces assemble, with cheerful salute,
When the summer meal tcmpis with its cream,
and its fruit;
But the boards not so merry, the meals not SO
sweet
1t is out Of the room of the household we meet
And that room is the one that is sought by us
still
When the night clouds Of winter bring darkness
and chill,
When the ramblers return from their toll or the
play,
! And tell DER the news and tho deeds of the day
| When the favored old dog takes his place on Tn
rug,
Curled up in tho fire light-all warmly an,
snug;
While the master sits nodling before the brgh
flame
Till the hound snorcs aloud and the Squire doc
the same.
, have wandered far or over moorand and lca
Der the faircst of earth, and the blucst of sca
, 1t was health that l sought, but, alas | coul,
, find
J. The pursuit was in vain while my heart locke,
+, bchind
The room of the household had bound with
A spell,
, And knew not till then that loved il so well
D Take me back to that room, was my prayc
aud my cry,
, "Or my languishing spirit will sokon and die!
: There was light in my eye, when saw the gree
woor
, OF old elm trees half screening tho turrctc
i, roof;
e l grew strong as passed o'cr the laisy. gin
4; track,
}, And the Newfoundland sentinel welcomed m
back
g But the pulse of my joy was most warmly sin
il ccre
: When met the old faces familiar anil dear;
y When l loungcd in the A" household room,
taking my rest
With a tinge on my cheek, and content in m
l. breast.
/ Jusgernaut,
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