OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
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More pleasant seem their own surroundings, Though quaint and old, Than newer homes, with their aboundings Of marble, silk, and gold. For ’tis the heart inspires home-feelings, In hut or hall, Where memory, with its fond revealings, Sheds a tender light o’er all. They love the wonted call to meeting, By their old bell; They love the old familiar greeting From friends who know them well. Their homesick hearts are always yearning, When they’re away; And ever is their memory turning To scenes where they used to stay. L. M. C.
