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MY THREE HOMES. 323
Thou wilt lay 'side the gilded toys
That suited thy heart awhile, Forgotten will be the pomp and noise, .
Which could once thine hours beguile.
With heavy eyes thou'lt sink to rest,
My own, my beautiful one, With white hands folded over thy breast, ' When the soul from earth has flown! But 0! whenever that hour draws nigh,
And death steals over thy brow, May thy lips express as soft a sigh,
And a smile as sweet as now !
1849.
MY THREE HOMES.
I have a home, a happy home,
Than all the world beside more dear; And though my thoughts may sometimes roam,
My happy heart is always here. A tender friend beside my hearth,
Kneels down at morn and eve to pray; And two sweet voices full of mirth
Are echoing round it all the day. This friend, whose smile is like the sun
To cheer with its enliv'ning power ; This trusting, this confiding one,
To whom my heart turns ev'ry hour; |
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