The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1906-06-22

the NiihNOlu anu 'Nff'h ~ i@Tf''N-
read not Romance. he made q; nor
Poetry, he lived It. his the Forest
Epic, the Illiad Of the Canebrake, he
Odyssey Of the Frontier, the uncon-
scious prose-poem Of the rifle and
the camp, the blockhouse and the |
pillow, the Holy Bible and the Old
Field School!
| have stood upon the margin q
distant sea and watched the ships
20 BY. eaylous that their prows WIRE
Westward bent | have marked ihe
glad waves dancing TO the settling
sun heartslck with thoughts Of home,
And thus wistful. yearnlug, ready TO
take my dearest enemy by the hand
and forgive him. yea. TO sop gravy
with him out Of the selfsame diSh'
those words OF the yagabond poet,
whose sins the Recording Angel long
ago blotted of his book. have come
TO ME and sung 10 me and cheered
me even as a mothers lullaby:
In all my wanderIngs round this
world OF care,
In all my griefs--and God has given
my share
| stan had hopes my latest huurs To
crown,
Amid these rural scenes 10 lay me
down,
To husband out lifes taper at the
close,
And keep the flame from wasting by
repose.
| still had hopes-for pride atteahs
.- Uis still.
Among the swans to show my book
learned skin,
Around my fire an evening group 10
draw,
Aud tell OF all felt and all | saw
And as hare whom hounds and
horns pursue.
Pants to the place from whence AT
first he flew.
| I stu had hopes my loag yeNat.-as
past,
Here u return add de al home az
last
] Home There may be words as
swoe,. words as tender words more
resonant and high. but within our
lNgiage round Is there one word
80 all-embrsclng as Tint simple word
Homee Home. ''bt II never SO ham.
BILE there's no place like home the
Old Kentucky Home. the home ui
your fathers. aud Of mins 1f .nn3-
cent childhood. Of happy bgyhusd u
budding manhood. when an the world
seemed bright add fair. aud hearts
were full aud Srung. when life Nas
a fairy tale. and the wld. az 81
breaihcd upon the honaysuckle about
the door. whispered namht bat Of
love and fame. and glory strobe ,he
sapnbeams. and there was NO such
music az the low u cattle the Whlr
of the spinliag-whcsl, the cali u ina
linner-horl. and the crcakag OF iac
lbarnCard gaze Home
Take the bright shell
From It's home on the lea,
And wherever Il goes
1t viii sllg Of the sea-
So take the fond hart
From rs home by the hearth,
Twill sing OF the loved Omen
TO the oad OF the earth.
For It's HONE. Home. Home. .aghs
the exile on the beach ana It's Home
Home, Home" cries the hunter from
the hills and the hero from the wars
"Hame to my ala euunrce."
always Home, whether it be tear Of
trophies we bring. whether We oume
with laurels crowned. or bent wan
anguish and sorrow and failure, hiry
ing none ether shelter IN the Wide.
wide world beside. the prodigal alcag
with the yictor-often IN his dreams
yet always IN his hope-lurns h.n
Home,
You. too, friends and brothers
} Kentuckians each and everyone -y3a
too. Home again; this yolr Castle
Kentueky's flag, not wholly hid be.
meath the folds OF the Nations. aboy,
I it; this your Cottage, Kentucky Ike
the latchstring upon the outer side.
! but. whether Castle or Cottage. "a
altar aud shrine for faithful heart,
and hallowed memor,e3 BE sur.
, from yolder skies they look dnwf
upon US this day; TIE immortal che.
who built this Commonwealth. ant
left It cCasecrate, a rich lnAer acc,
and high responsibility to you ans
me; who like the father Of Danl.
Webster, shrank from no danger. 81.
toll, no sacrifice, 10 scrye. thea
country and raise their children to
condition better than their own. II
Gods name, and Ia Kenmoky's name