For the Columbian Fountain
Thoughts Of Home"
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REV. NEWTON HEsToN.


Go search the wide world o'er, and find a spot
SO fondly dear, SO brightlR pure as this
Weary Of wand'ring mid its emptiness,
Back to the hearth-stone gladly thou wilt come,
And bend once more where burns the fire Of love-
The social shrine of childhoods' dearest Joys.
There's no place like home!" A light CLEANS
A light that flashes not from earth alone, atF
But falls, truant-like, from higher sphere, s
Where LoyE-the Deity Of worlds enthroned,
filings its pure sunshine o'cr Creations fields:
And ., there IS no place on this dark earth
Wherc more OF it is found than "home, sweet


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Here it ought not die, and while the altar
Stands, where, 50 long the sacrifice hath burnd.
And morning lay and vesper hymn are sung,
It will the Deep dark gloom Of night dispel,
And dry up every tear that sorrow makes
As sunbeams, laughing on the morning flow'r,
Fold in their golden arms the clear dew-drops, 1z
(Which, chd-like, nestle in its fragrant bosom,l
And gently bear them up in vapor form
To the feecy cloud-plains that float on high,
And bid them swell that aerial fount, from whence
Descend the shower-blessngs Of our Cod
So, round the cheerful freside of home, b4a
TRuTH-its morning star--fings her purest beams,
And from its consecrated shrine of pray'r,
The mingled aspirations of each heart
Uplifts, as grateful incense, to the skies, S3
And then brings back the answ ring fire of heavn.
And softly throws it on the altar-stone 21,L
Where Love, enrobed in sweetest smiles, bends


down


TO wrap the spirit in her mystic spell
There is bliss that hallows home, unknown r.9
Amid the pleasure-paths of earth-unfelt
by fashions gayest worshippers--unseen
BY those who seek excitements' gddy whirl--
sacred union Of each soul, which laughs
Defiance at the ravages of time,
And gives moving pathos to each sigh
That grief starts from the breast, and calls around
The kindred glance Of friendships love-lit eve,
Topour its sympathy upon the heart!


~s.+
TO sip the foamless wine in loves bright cup,
And quaf the crystal fount Of homes pure Joy,
Is drinking life and bliss into the soul,
And swelling out its holiest thoughts into
The boundless sea of vast Eternity,
In quest of that bright home, of which its own
Is but distant shadow-heav'n the substance, |,
HOME is the true hearen Of earth, and speaks
OF its great Prototype above, where naught
OF sublnnary care can ever come -
0, then, let others wish splendid path,
With glitterng crowns or golden fiow'rets strewd,
III seek another sphere in which to wa k,
And homes enchantments round it shall be shed,
And heav'n will sometimes throw its light afar,
And drop its mercies round my erring feet
To guide me safely to that land of rest ~ Y y


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