The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1898-04-21
Home.

So. ali others. the Noiu Holile, dHouS
,-r. have felt It's real meaning, is
ted with whatever is sweetest and
.-.o HE. We think of home as the
-s Gentle influences; peace, love,
..s.. and unselfsh delights. The
.. Isya never tired of singing its
.pf one of them has told US in
1- uathetic verse, that s'Be it
Gamble, there's no place like
B1 clergymen, medical men,
and district visitors, could
... ri us another tale. Byron
...,..- o. hear the wateh-dog's honest
authed welcome as we draw
-.... ..Ne,
.....+ Fl. know there is an eye will
and look brighter when we
-. v.. patrieian poets view. Burns
... .iStut' S.
- ug-e, blinkin bonnily,
4rtL-stane, his thriftle wife's
mt prattling on his knee,
IJY Carklng cares begulle,
quite forget his labor and
.. ..e home broken up, to lose
Hlout a home, are each signifi-
-l-atest misery that can hap
e4tort the profoundest pity.
--c.iow writes OF the burning
.e. lie says of its people,
homeless, hopeless, they
-- 30 city to city When how
ures the innocent and happy
laturning from church, he
..-.-. serenelv she walked with
NrntdictlOn upon her,
Mt 0assd 1t seemed like the ceas-
SQulslte music"
-Hrds the homeless ones, the
.r lutcast, and even those whose
.,. rs have brought them to this
the poets, interpreting its own
Jnanity, have been infinitely
l- IL ke White wrote poem of
..a4s "a The Prostitute =
,-a- to pamper the vicious ones
-.- Tue beings who lured thee from
-l..- L-e:
..- lu uced in sorrow and Indulgence;
no friends, for they with thy
f- He'd;
"-- su autcast from house and from
ness;
--r-z alone on the worlds unfeeling
-sE-.
. u ontrasting the lot of the once
M with that of her heartless
o0ncludes:
r -rhaps is reclining on a bed of
f"tiI like him sleeps in security,
-l, right arm! Where is Thy
.-lerbolt?'
>sell Lowell also wrote at
ter length on the same subject,
tH.Hn." 1t is a dark and bitter
-Jnging sleet," and
ar heart-broken, outcast girl
-4st winds searching flaws"
the windows Of "A warm and
..- wOman's voice within
a-.- sweet words her childhood knew,
VI IN strY ami sin
li -4ye her heaven blue"
song old times and old
--- -ln to the dying woman
N a mild warm glow.
uuaulty apart,
ID footsteps wandering slow
one chambers of her heart
next morning, from sin and
e e IL woman on the threshold
Lowell beautifully moralizes on the
W -t hitherto forgotten music of
Nod, which had cleansed the
.9 -a perishing outcast, and
"doth not scorn
-e the lids upon the eyes
polluted and forlorn."
-.e his dreams thinks of home,
'dark-eyed queen among her
-.4 sand. " The exile from Erin
'- uy cabin-door fast by the wild
the mother that looked on my
t.-LJud 2'
--- .irf sleeping on the battle field,
e Pleasant fields traversed so
dts morning march, when his
s1 Was young"
a'e great Laureate makes the
'~ Bedivere" say to his dying
! Lord Arthur, whittier shall | go?
'ld ! hide my forehead and nv
-,rs
A the true old times are dead,
-'- -'+y morning brought out a noble
-'{ ehance brought out a noble
+4sat.
'a- whole round table is dissolved,
't' an mage of the mighty world;
be asst, 60 forth mpanionless,
dys darken round me and the
lvw men, strange faces. other
''Ae The place where those who
l's' togeJher in private communion;
F'''s Were they can unbend and be at
'O'ls hose who are dearest to them.
'' locke tells us that the word is the
@i0 ple of the Anglo Saxon verb
| ame together. But as we have
4ve invested it with thousand
Na0oiations, which make it the
aomestic felicity.
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