Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1876-09-21

How happy, napfy, nappy,
How happy would be -
Written for the Rocky Mountain Husbandman.1
HONE.
All, me! how many happy associations
are clustered around that little word. How
many hearts yeara for home, and howmany
tears fall because OF trouble at home. Many
of us do really and truly possess homes;
but. alas! how many Of our race have only
. home in the name, but not in the blessed
reality. A home is certainly not confined
to palace walls, nor is it necessary to be
found in the PEASANTS cottage, yet it may
and ought to be in both. 3
The noisy, crowded city, and the still
quiet country farm house, are each all that
is necessary to make a perfect home. Neither
bank stock nor broad acres of waving grain,
neither laces nor diamonds will make q
home but, all That is necessary, is loving, af-
fectionate hearts. IF we will only let our
hearts be natural, and not hush and screw
and s~traignten them out Of the loving shape
that God made them and intended them to
be, into the distorted abomination that fash
ionable society calls q heart that measures a
home by the yards Of velvet carpet, the
paintings and the silver service, that esti-
mates a man by the coat he wears and the
horses he drives; and a woman by the price
of her dress and the airs she puts on, and
never looks at the immortal soul that God
has given to fit hem for eternity. Until we
LEFT orr hearts speak, / fear we will have but
few homes.
:. Homes not merely TOOL and room, s@
Tho with pictures hung and gilded;
Home is where affection calls,
Filled with shrines the heart hath builded.~
What is home with none to cheer,
None to welcome, none to meet rs /?
Home is sweet and only sweet,
Where there's one we love to greet u.s.
Love is the talismanic key that will sure
ly unlock our hearts. We hide our thoughts
and feelings from the outside world but at
home, when there are loving hearts to sym
pathize with MS, and steady hands to clasp
ours, we can talk of our innermost desires,
for we know they love us, and consequently
we confide in them, and what delights un-
fold to our hungry hearts as we sometimes
sit and think Of those we love, and those we
know love us.
Nowhere can we find SO pure and unset
fish love, as in a Christian family, where the
loving mother Yields a gentle, though firm
and steady influence over the household,
and the father adds to her pleasant words
and winning smiles,. his firmer words Of
counsel and his smile of appreciation.
When the sons all come home in the even
ing to gather around the tireside and be hap
Ply with the home folks, finding more pleas
ure then than they could !" down town.
Longing around if they did nothing worse,
when the daughters vie with the sons in
strewing bright flowers along the pathway
OF father and mother, as they slowly pass
doWIl.the declining steps of age
Insmy visions of a home, | do not see all
elegance %andluxury in the world sense of
the word, and yet do see much ~elegancein
the refinement of that love by which d. home
is to be surrounded, and Isee luxury, too
in the highest sense of the word, the luxury
Of a love that will shed its radiance over the
lives of all within that household and send Il
thrill ofjoy to.their hearts, when in after
years they loohsback on the happyshours of
Childhood and the home.
"over which memory fingers,
"a Smile or tears or holy flame,
MfaaHht by loves r~esistless fingers {.
HaoHNsit is Il precious word
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