I saw a wonderful picture
Called home, so fair did it seem
That afar thro' all the country rang
The fame of the artist's dream.
Called home, so fair did it seem
That afar thro' all the country rang
The fame of the artist's dream.
But I know a humble farmer
Who chose him a modest bride,
And fashioned a home—a happy home,
And what so e'er betide,
Who chose him a modest bride,
And fashioned a home—a happy home,
And what so e'er betide,
As years pass on and trials
Come to them as to us all,
And life's small disappointments
Like the leaves of Autumn fall;
Come to them as to us all,
And life's small disappointments
Like the leaves of Autumn fall;
No harsh word ever grieves her,
The loved one by his side;
As tenderly he cares for her,
As for his girlish bride.
The loved one by his side;
As tenderly he cares for her,
As for his girlish bride.
Tho' the baby cry till midnight
And breakfast too is late,
Tho' Johnnie has lost the hammer
And Charlie has broken the gate,
And breakfast too is late,
Tho' Johnnie has lost the hammer
And Charlie has broken the gate,
His ways are always gentle,
His words are always kind.
Small things indeed, that serve to show
The man's most noble mind.
His words are always kind.
Small things indeed, that serve to show
The man's most noble mind.
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