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Home is where you feel at home and are treated well.
Home is where you feel at home and are treated well.
Where thou art, that is home.
Where thou art, that is home.
Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.
Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.
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!
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.
Home is home, though it be never so homely.
Home is home, though it be never so homely.
I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.
I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
