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Where burns the loved heart brightest

 Cheering the social breast Where beats the fond heart lightest,

 Its humble hope possessed 2 Where is the smile of sadness, -...

 Ofmeek eyed patience bourne, Worth more than those of gladness, Which mirth's bright cheek adorn i! Pleasure is marked by fleetness To those who ever roam, While grief itself has sweetness

 At home-dear home There blend the ties that strengthen Our hearts in hours ofgrief, The silver links, that leng!hen

 Joys visits when most brief, Their eyes in all their splendor

 Are vocal to the heart, And ghances gay and tenders

 Fresh eloquence imPart; Then 9ost thou sigh for pleasure

 O! !don not wildly roam But seek that hidden treasure.

 At home-dear home Does pure Religion charm thee,

 Far more than aught below ,Wouldst thtu that she should arm thee

 Against the hour ofwoe Think mi she dwelIeth only

 In temples made for prayer; For home itselfis lonely Unless her smile be there. The devotee may faulier,

 The bigot blndly roam; Ifworshipless her altar

 At home-dear home Love over it presideih.

 With meek and watchful awe; Its daily service guideth,

 And shows its perfect law If there thy faith shall fail thee.

 lfihere no shrines be found, What can thy prayers avail lhee,

 With kneeling crowds around Go, leave thy gift uneffered

 Beneath religions dome, And be her first fruits preferred:

 At home-dear home.