Farewell, My Home.
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Though sunshine dances merrily On wave and stream and trembling leaf, Though wild birds wake their minstrelsy, My heart is full of grief.
No sunshine there; 'tis sad and lone; No echo to the wild bird's lay; One only thought—the dear hearth-stone I loved is quenched to-day.
My heart will break; I cannot bear To part with scenes so loved, so blest. My heart will break; I cannot tear Me from this home of rest.
Yet, though I say farewell, my home, 'Tis but the lips that speak their part; Believe, wherever I may roam, I leave with thee my heart.
Broken, yet clinging still to thee, My home, as to a mother's breast; Broken, yet loving tenderly My home, my heart's first rest.
Farewell, my home, farewell, farewell; One last, one lingering look I take On each dear scene of hill and dell, Of mountain bold and silver lake.
Farewell, I leave my bleeding heart Within thy loved retreats to roam; Farewell, farewell, too soon we part; My home, my childhood's home.
Ulidia
Ballycastle, Co. Antrim, Ireland.
Arbitration.—The question of arbitration received quite an impetus at Braddock, Penn., by the selection of Rev. Father Hickey, the well-known pastor of St. Thomas' church, at that place, as an arbitrator. The Bessemer Steel Works, an institution employing six thousand men, was shut down on account of the strike. Father Hickey was selected by both parties, and succeeded in satisfactorily settling the difficulties.