A Letter From Home.

BY NO. 24138.

I am far from the land where my loved ones are dwelling; Between rolls the sea, with its billows and foam;

Yet my heart with fondest emotions is swelling As I read the dear letter they've sent me from home.

For I fancy I see the brown cottage again, And the garden where sweetly the red roses blow;

I kneel by a grave in the shade of the glen, Where slumbers the dear one I lost long ago.

And oft to my heart, when in solitude straying, Fond memory recalls the bright days of yore,

And I sigh for the fields, where the children are playing, The hills and the valley I may never see more.

Long years have I wandered, alone and a stranger, And dark is the pathway o'er which I must roam,

But I know there is One who can shield me from danger, And his blessing I ask on the dear ones at home.