Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1852-04-15
Home.
Home, thy joys are passing lovely
Joys no strangers heart can tell"

1loHic, ul Jo9S ptlsSus ioNely-
Joys no strangers heart can tell"
What charm rests upon that endcaring
name-my home! consecrated by domestic
lovc-that golden key of earthly happiness.
Without this, home would be like temple
stripped of its garllnds; there father vel
comes with fond affection q brothers kind
svmpathies comfort in the hour Of distress,
and assist in every trial there Il pious moth
or first taught the infant to lisp the name of
Jesus; and there loved sister dwells, the
companion Of early days.
Truly, if there is aught that is lovely here
below. it is homc-swect home 1t is like
the oasis in the great desert. The pas
sing of our days may be painful; our path
NAV be checkered with sorrow ard care; un-
Kindness and frowns may withcr the joyous
ness of the heart, efface the happy smiles
from the brow, and bedew life's way with
tears, yet still the memory hovers over the
past; there is no place in which it delights
to linger, as the loved scenes of childhood's
home! 1t is the polar star Of existence
What cheers the mariner, far from his native
land, in 4 foreign port, or tossed upon the
bounding pillows, us he PAGES the deck at
midnight, alone-what thought fills, ,,nis. hi,
l,enasta He-ir thinkinnr thOtsSsesss IFS
minds eye he sees the smiling group seated
around the cheerful ireside In imagination
he hears them uniting their voices in singing
the sweet songs which he loves. He is anti
cipating the hour when he shall return to his
native land, to greet the absent ones so dear
to his heart.
Why rests that deep shade of sadness upon
the Strangers brow, as he seats himself amid
the family circle? Hc is surrounded by all
the luxuries that wealth can afford; happy
faces gather round him, and strive in vain to
win smile. All he is thinking of his own
sweet home; of the loved ones assembled
within his own cheerful cot.
Why those tears which trickle down the
checks of that young and lovely girl, rs she
mingles in the social circle? All! she is an
orphan; she too, had happy home; its loved
ones are now sleeping in the cold and silent
tomb. The gentle mother who watched
over her infancy, and hushcd her to sleep
with lullaby which mother can only sing,
who in girhood days taught her Of the Sa-
riour, and tuned her youthful voice to sing
praises to his name, has gone to the mansions
of Joy above, and is mlngllng her songs and
tunes her golden harp with bright angels in
Heaven. Poor one! she is now left to tread
the golden path Of life, lonely, q homeless
wanderer
Thus it is in the changing world The
objects most dear are snatchcd away-We
are deprived of friends whom most We love,
and our cherished home is rendered dcsolate.
Passing away is engraved on all things
earthly. But there is home that knows no
changes, where separations never take place,
where the sorrowing ones Of this world may
obtain relief for all their gricfs, and where
the sighs and tears of earth are exchanged
for unending songs ofjoy.
In the shadowy past, there is one sweet
"reminiscences, which the storms of life can
never wither; it is the recollection of home.
In the visioned feature, there is one bright
star whose lustre never fades: it is the hope
OF fhome-of Heavenly home
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