POEMS.
53
Oh! scene of peace and beauty rare!
Meet home art thou for those whose path
Leads them from that vain world, whose cares
Blight the few pleasures that it hath.
Meet home art thou for those whose path
Leads them from that vain world, whose cares
Blight the few pleasures that it hath.
Peace be within thee! Peace around
The hearts of truth thou shelt'rest now;
And calm, like that which reigns o'er thee,
Be traced upon each peasant-brow.
The hearts of truth thou shelt'rest now;
And calm, like that which reigns o'er thee,
Be traced upon each peasant-brow.
Farewell! Farewell! One who hath now
But a bright memory left of thee,
Would fain possess a magic pow'r
To crown thee with prosperity.
But a bright memory left of thee,
Would fain possess a magic pow'r
To crown thee with prosperity.
To turn away the shaft of woe
From worth's proud home—each honest heart;
And bid the smile contentment brings
To guileless lips, no more depart.
R. A.
From worth's proud home—each honest heart;
And bid the smile contentment brings
To guileless lips, no more depart.
R. A.
