Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1869-09-18
our sainrda, Nishi.
PLAIN NORBs 10 TnOsE Nh L0NK
AE0UT OUR HOME,
We made H.

used rooms, strange echoes, deserted
chambers, hollow sounds, mnsly
smells, aud horrible pallerned ear
pets, bat a neat, cosy home where
Nc live every day, happy in what
We have, ehVi0us OF no one, caring
for our real wants and giving n0
hospitality 10 imaginary ones,
A Tow years since We began with
out dollar, One night our palms
rested in each Olher-Our lips met
as never befOre-ws promised earn
eslly and faithfully, have kept VOWS
deeply craven on our hearts,
Then We started out on tho voy'
age Of united life. Tho great sea
sang murmuring at our feet Its
distance was fleeked with tiny sails,
There were ieebergs aud green isles
Ia the distance, but mono near the
velvet shores Is il thus TO tempt
pe0pleg SO or not so-lhose who
look beyond the reach OF momenta'
~ vision can SEQ open sailing-ihat
iceberss can be missed, aud the
green isles Ear out yonder be reach
ed.
But not except those who sail the
craft DO OF one mind Let both
steer for the samo port aud channel,
IL will be reached, But, alas too
many sail on, wrapped only in the
present; squandering Of the future,
and soon put back for another craft
or float on the surf that throws, and
dashes, and spattors itself in mock
cry over the tock-ribbed shore, not
harder than tho composite of error
on which many frail bark isstrand'
ed.
There is much in mating. There
is much more in not overlooking tho
craft. There is much in not taking
too many passengers with you. And
there is much in working the ship
together, and very much in not Civ
ing 10 others the dclicacies which
never outlast tho voyage except
used only by those who put them
up for their own use.
But no more OF the sea-wc must
not float
So far from the shore
So far from our Home
So far from our Love
So far from our Duty.
So far from our Happiness
So far from Ourselves
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How did we win this Home?
Little by little. Thanking God
for yostorday-for to-day-for to.
morrow-for hope and for pluck
1t did seem hard to begin from
nothing years ago, but we thus be-
gan. We decided to fit our craft for
a long voyage, in hope to visit very
many of the distant isles. So we
saved. What was earned by the
plow, the spade, the scythe, the ak,
the pick, the labor Of hands, was
saved-not to be boarded, but to be
spent!
The money earned in the shop by
the forge fire did not float off in
steam like the water put on burn
ing coal-it did not thin off into
shavings fit only to kindle desires
it did not drop into the pile of cloth
scraps, leather bits, and waXed ends
we did not leave it fastened to the
cup of dissipation, nor invest it in
weeds to grow up and choke our
manhood.
1t was saved for the good it might
do-was paid to those who built our
home, and those who in a thousand
other places were working to make
this and that Of the useful and beau
tiful to be purchased, paid for, and
enjoyed by all who would or will
make home attractive.
Is it not wonderful how work sing
men help each other? And how
little we do for those who made all
these beautiful things for US These
carpets-chairs-tablcs s-pictures-
glass and frames. The house we
live in-the stove we cook upon
the bed we sleep on-the food we
eat-the clotliesaHe wear-the dish
es we use-tbe medicines we take
the piano we listen to-the jewelry
our loved wears-the books and pa
pers we read The pen we use,
the ink we are wasting-the watch
which tells us of the hour-the cur
tains which exclude the glance Of
eyes outside as we sit writing, stop
ping only to pet, and kiss, and love
the dearest one on earth, who says
she cannot help loving us
Why if all the men and women,
boys and girls who had worked on
the articles in our home should call
to night Who would-who could
care for our guests? They would
be here by the thousands ! Verify,
the idea, the truth of our own lit
tleness, as we have to think of how
little account we are TO others, and
how many others work for US, is
enough to drown the soul in its
own shainkagel
But it is not Of this-but our
home.
When night comes, here we rest
to gather strength and grow heart
mellow in love. Here we have a
castle king might envy-all won
by honest toll. The rooms are al
ways so neat and in order, The
bedclothes clean, the sweeter to rest
for the better health for the morrow.
We have not so much as one cross
word in all the year. We care not
what others say of us, for the sun
of happiness draws its warmth, not
from what others say or do, but
what we do or think Of ourselves.
When our friends come they are
very welcome. Little or much that
we have, they are indeed welcome.
We never fix up for anybody, but