A DOMESTIC NIGHT
Reading edition
CLAPHAM COMMON
THE LAMPLIT HOUR Dusk—and the lights of home Smile through the rain: A thousand smiles for those that come Homeward again. What though the night be drear With gloom and cold, So that there be one voice to hear, One hand to hold? Here, by the winter fire, Life is our own. Here, out of murk and mire, Here is our throne. Then let the wild world throng To pomp and power; And let us fill with love and song The lamplit hour.