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He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home
To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
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To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
For a man's house is his castle.
For a man's house is his castle.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
The worst thing about work in the house or home is that whatever you do is destroyed, laid waste or read more
The worst thing about work in the house or home is that whatever you do is destroyed, laid waste or eaten within twenty four hours.
When the hornet hangs in the holly hock,
And the brown bee drones i' the rose,
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When the hornet hangs in the holly hock,
And the brown bee drones i' the rose,
And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock,
And summer is near its close--
It's--Oh, for the gate, and the locust lane;
And dusk, and dew, and home again!
Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.
Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
