POETRY.
THE OHILDBSN’B OHAIBB. When day, with its toils and its burdens, Has passed, aud the calm eventide Brings the toilers, one by cna, homeward To the rest of the quiet fireside— If .’’one joy can outvie all the pleasures Love’s pilgrimage ever hu known. It must bo when the evening fire shineth On little chairs oloee to our own. For what is fame’s triumph and glory To the touch of a soft, rosy hand! What are worldly defeat! and disasters To the trust of the dear household band P Head and h-nd crown and sceptre may covet, But the heart craveth love for its guest, And the hsert that can bn.sk in love’s sunlight binds every day sweetest and best. With the toddloi’s wee feat on the fonder, And the little choirs close to our own. We covet no rank and no kingdom. And envy no king on his throne. Too soon children hoar the world calling, And from home ties eagerly stray j Sat, whatever our loss in the future. Our children are with us to-day. And when the years ripen their harvests, And life’s fields are whitened with snow, The'firelight each eve will still brighten These little chairs all in a row ; We shall fancy wo hear the gay laughter, And list for the feet on the stairs. If only our lone eyee are resting Os these cherished, these dear little chairs.
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Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2644, 28 September 1882, Page 4
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235POETRY. Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2644, 28 September 1882, Page 4
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