HOME.
There is a joy in home
The heartless ne'er can know,
Where secret springs of love and truth
In trustfulness o'erflow—
Where every day a light is shed
Still brighter o'er life's scene,
Reflecting love's endearing glance,
As it at first had been.
The heartless ne'er can know,
Where secret springs of love and truth
In trustfulness o'erflow—
Where every day a light is shed
Still brighter o'er life's scene,
Reflecting love's endearing glance,
As it at first had been.
There is a joy in home,
Where heart responds to heart,
And every thought an echo finds,
While life is nought, apart—
Where not a tone, a tear, or smile,
Can pass unheeded by,
But every glance is watched and read
By one untiring eye.
Where heart responds to heart,
And every thought an echo finds,
While life is nought, apart—
Where not a tone, a tear, or smile,
Can pass unheeded by,
But every glance is watched and read
By one untiring eye.
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