rHE LIGHT OF HOMIE.
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By Mrs Hale, Of .New Port, .Ne.u Hampshire.
My boy, thou wilt dream the world is fair,
And thy spirit will sigh TO roam,
Aud thou mast go; but never when there,
Forget the light of home.
Tho peasore may smile with ray more bright,
1t dax1es to lead astray;
Like the meteors fash twill deepen the night,
When thou treadest the lonely way
But the hearth of home has constant fame,
And pure vestal fire;
Twill burn, twill burn. forever the same,
For nature feeds the pyre.
The sea of ambition is tempest tos,


And thy iopes may vanish like foam;
But when sails are siivered and rudder lost,
Then look TO the light Of home.
And thcre like star through the midnight cloud.
Thou shalt SEE the beacon bright
For never, till shining on thy shroud,


Can be qneach'd its holy light.
The sun of fame, aye twill gild the name,


But the heart ne'er felt its ray;
And fashions smiles that rich ones claim,


Are but beams of wintry day.
And how cold and dim those beams would be-
Should fe's wretched wanderer come.
But my boy, when the world is dark to thee,


Then turn to the light of home. CoRNELii