New YoRK, June, Q, 1916.
MY HOME.
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All, home of my youth, where art thou !!
and where are those fond ones that used to
gather about me where are the dearest as
sociations Of my childhood's day! All! they
have vanished. am now stranger in strange
land, with no soul like unto my own to whom
| may breathe my cares. Oh, where are all
those happy hours that it seems but a mo-
ment ago enjoyed they are gone, too Yes,
they, too, are numbered with the forgotten,
and thou, too, art fast fading; the bloom wilt
soon leave thy cheek. and death mark thee for
his victim long have you strayed and erred,
oft have you wandered through the mean
dering streams of life, and hurried on to the
present, and stopping neither for fair nor ad-
verse winds. Yet, here you stop, no friend
have you to take you by the hand and lead you
back from folly and vice to virtues quiet paths.
But yet haze mother ! One who follows me
with her prayers; father, who looks after me
with an anxious eye; sisters who welcome my
soon return, to embrace me in their arms, and
receive me kindly.


All, home of my youth, where art thou !
and where is SHE loved, she that my last
drop of hearts blood would have drained for,
where is she Yes, she has gone, too, she is !!
Yes, she that was deceptve she whose allure
ments entrapped you into the willy snare of
love; she, too, is gone Then Then! Then |!
all all! is lost and gone but my country !!
Her flag floats proudly o'er this free and hap
py land. 1t staads upon the enemy's battle
ments, upreared, unstained, and unspotted.
All is not lost; there is God, your Maker
You may look 10 Him, though all be gone;
you may look to Him, as your Supreme Bene
factor; all there is hope, joy, and happiness
All earth where are thy joys, compared TO
Heaven, my final Home.


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