"HOME AT LAST. "
Sister Mary, come and sit. Here beside me in the hay Of the winlow—ruby-lit With iho host gleams of the day. Steered in crimson through and through Glow the battlements of vapour ; While above them in the blue, Hesper lights his tiny taper. Look ! the rook flies westward darling, Flapping slowly overhead ; Sec, in dusky clouds the starling Whirring to the willow bed. Through the lakes of mist that lie Breast-deep in the fields below, Underneath the darkening sky, Home the weary reapers go. Teace and rest at length have come; All the day's long toil is past ; And each heart is whispering "Home — Home at last !" —Tom Hood.
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King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 353, 19 April 1911, Page 3
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112"HOME AT LAST." King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 353, 19 April 1911, Page 3
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