Be it ever. A charm from so humble: the sky There's seems is we may place like home! hallow us there. which, seek through the world, is neer met with elsewhere: Home; There's home; sweet, sweet home! no place like hon. !tère's no place like home! John Howard Fayne . / The shine is lined with anchored stisch, Au sud his angels out with this бид (HELEN HUNT JACKSON.] POEMS OF THE AFFECTIONS. BENEDICITE. FRIENDSHIP. GOD's love and peace be with thee, where Whether through city casements comes THE half-seen memories of childish days, FRIENDSHIP. AUBREY DE VERE. FROM "HAMLET," ACT III. SC. 2. HAM. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. HOR. O my dear lordНАМ. Nay, do not think I flatter: For what advancement may I hope from thee That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness, Like daily sunrise there. My careful heart was free again; O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth; The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life RALPH WALDO EMERSON. THE MEMORY OF THE HEART. IF stores of dry and learned lore we gain, There is the common ledger for them all; Nor lose their lustre till the heart stands still. |