MY GALVESTON HOME.
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When the violets are filling All the air with rich perfume,And the starry lights are twinkling Softly downward through the gloom.Then the song comes floating to me With its tender, sweet refrain,Flooding all my soul with gladness, Stilling every pulse of pain.
And I bend my head in silence, There beneath the sky's blue dome,Thanking God for all the blessings That he showers on my home;For a thousand simple pleasures That about my path are strown,For the manly heart that shelters, With such loving strength, my own;
For the boy whose steps are verging Almost into manhood now,Who wears his father's likeness In his form and on his brow;For the little one whose laughter Rings out lightly on the air,
