THE ARM CHAIR.
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DY MRS. s. ]. HALE. There's pleasure in the humblest home, If childhood's smile is there, And comfort in the lowlest room, Where stands an old Arm Chair We know that Hope, with Heaven bright fam, Hath warmed the mothers breast; We know the fathers toil worn frame, Hath found place of rest; Bright visions of the household band, Or love, and faith, and prayer, Heart joined with heart, and hand with hand, Surround the old Arm Chair. But ehildhood's happy grace can give A charm 10 home most fair, And wealth if wise, will never live Without his good Arm Chair II is the throne of holy power, If hearts of love surround, A refuge in the world sick hour, Where soothing dreams are found, What nerves the care- how'd man with strength Lite's battlefield to dare ! That he and his may rest at length, Within good arm chair. The monarch on his golden throne. Of hundred kings the heir, Can he, as man, compare with one Who wins his good Arm Chair' With willing hand and open mind, Looks up, clear-eyed, to Heaven, Strong, pure, and free, as mountain wind, And kind as dcws of even. Ay such the man that God hath blessed, Whom angels guard with care, iiei rest, and see his loved, ones res: Within his own Arm Chair.