The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1910-03-31
HOME CIRCLE COLUMN.
HOME.

There is a spot on this earth we love: |
place where our thoughts delight to
dwell, and around which our fondest
associations cluster. We rove over it,
around it, about it, and are unwilling
to leave it. The very mention of the
name touches the tenderest chord in
every true heart. That spot Is the
place of our nativity-that name Is
Home. How sweet sounds-atter the
name ''Mother," the sweetest word in
the English language. No wonder 1t
has been said, "There is no place like
home" No wonder it possesses such
charms. There is something in the
very name that seems to act like a
charm on the most abandoned and de-
graded of our race. And why? Ah, it |
is, or has been. the abiding place of a
lovely mother, a kind father, gentle
sister. or a dear brother; a place to
which they may retire for peace and
quiet enjoyment the green isle IN the
ocean of life. ever warmed 10y genial
sun, and fragrant with the choicest of
| flowers. 1t is the place OF our child
hood. of our youth and innocence, when
we skipped over our native hills, orI
went strollng by our favorite brook, in
search of shells from its banks, or
| flowers from the craggy rocks, whose
dangerous precipices we Would some
times venture to scale. Nomatter how
far we may wander from that spot,
though it be in a foreign land or upon
the oceans bil)owy wave, the mind
fondly returns to its own, in its wan
behring's, and eXclaims, "My home, my
native land" Here it rambles over the
green hills and meadows: there is the
house, the yard, the gate, the well with
its moss-covered bucket: down further
is the barn. the lane, the fields, the
creek, and listen. Methinks / hear
the croakings of the little frogs in the
meadows, and the deep bas,o profundo
of the big bull-frog at the pond: all
theirimages are written uponmemOry 5
tablet in natures own handwriting
Oh. how we love them What hallowed
associations are twined about them,
Here in childhood we played and sport
ed, sometimes chasing the innocent but
terny, or with hook and line upon the
bank of the stream, or with dog and
gun roaming the wild fields. Here we
are wont to say:
"Oh bright were the days ofmy youth,
As they rapidly glided away
Al! what young man or woman can
leave a spot thus endeared, together
with Il mothers anxious love, a fathers
watchful care, a sisters fond embrace,
a brothers. kind good wish, to 90 forth
to meet the stern realities Of life, TO hc
exposed to the dangers, priyation7 and
sorrows that await every adycnurer ON
lifes sed, without having feelings of
the deepest character, and entering up
on a firm resolve, when far away, to
live and act so as to ever merit their
confidence.
The home circle affords a heaven, a
peace. an enjoyment found nowhere
else Here is some poetry that tittingIy
describes it:
Homes not merely four square walls
Though with pictures hung and gtIded
| Home is where affection calls,
Filled with shrineS the heart hath
builded.
Home. 20 watch the faithful dove
Sailing meath the heavens above us;
Home is where there's one to love.
Home is where there one to love us.
Homes not merely roof and room
1t needs something to cndear it;
Home is where the heart can bloom,
Where there some kind lip to cheer
it.
| What is home with none to meet Us?
None to welcome, none to greet Us?
Home is sweet and only sweet
When there's one we love to meet