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HOSPITALITY.
Of manhood high, and womanhood
Its equal match in loveliness;
Of girlhood ripening hour by hour
As simply as a wayside flower
That knows and knows not heaven's caress;
Its equal match in loveliness;
Of girlhood ripening hour by hour
As simply as a wayside flower
That knows and knows not heaven's caress;
Of childhood gay as butterflies
That frolic as they lightly main;
Of babyhood, whose dimpled hand
Holds all the house in dear command,—
The poem of your own sweet home!
That frolic as they lightly main;
Of babyhood, whose dimpled hand
Holds all the house in dear command,—
The poem of your own sweet home!
