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     Again the hearth-fire glimmers o'er
Home's whitewashed wall and painted floor,
     And young eyes widening to the lore
Of faery-folks and witches.

Dear heart! the legend is not vain
     Which lights that holy hearth again,
And calling back from care and pain,
     And death's funereal sadness,
Draws round its old familiar blaze
     The clustering groups of happier days,
And lends to sober manhood's gaze
     A glimpse of childish gladness.

And, knowing how my life hath been
     A weary work of tongue and pen,
A long, harsh strife with strong-willed men,
     Thou wilt not chide my turning
To con, at times, an idle rhyme,
     To pluck a flower from childhood's clime,
Or listen, at Life's noonday chime,
     For the sweet bells of Morning!

1847.

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