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I thought it pleasant when a manly sire	A
Weary of foreign travel at the door	B
Of his own cottage left his dusty staff	C
And entering in sat down with those he loved	D
Beside the hearth of home and pleasant too	E
When a fond mother absent for a day	F
At eve returning from the sunset hill	G
That overlooked her cot descried her boys	H
Flying with joyous feet along the path	I
To greet her coming and with clasping hands	J
Of baby welcome lead her through the gate	K
Of her sweet home	L
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Pleasant I deemed it too	E
When a young man a wanderer for years	M
From those he loved at length sat down again	N
With sire and mother in the twilight hour	A
At home and when a gentle daughter long	O
From mother's kiss and father's blessing far	P
Heard once again their ne'er forgotten tones	Q
Giving her joyous welcome home again	N
I felt that life had few such joys as that	R
And yet methought there was canst tell me why	S
Thou who in Earth alone hast found thy bliss	T
A higher sweeter purer joy than those	U
When free from sin and Earth's encumb'ring cares	V
A ransomed soul went home to be with Christ	W
I knew a man in life's strong healthful prime	X
Aye more the flush of youth was on his brow	Y
And all his bounding pulses were astir	Y
With the great joy of work for God while hope	Z
Such hope as only Heaven taught manhood fires	A2
To loftiest ambition pointed down	B2
The radiant vista of the coming years	M
To deeds immortal But the Master called	C2
And in mid race he heard Come home my child	D2
And paused and listened in surprise and doubt	E2
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Come home my child Then listening I heard	F2
The pale lips murmur while the head was bent	G2
In reverent submission Oh so soon	H2
So soon my Lord Thou knowest there is much	I2
I fain would do for thee thy precious lambs	J2
To gather and to feed thy sheep to lead	K2
In quiet pastures and thy name beloved	D
To herald forth till Earth's remotest shore	Y
Shall thrill with rapture and send up to thee	L2
The new born utterance of love's great joy	M2
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Come home dear child again the Master's voice	N2
And eagerly he flung his robe aside	O2
Ungirt his loins and cast his sandals by	S
And while he sweetly sang I love the Lord	P2
Entered the peaceful river and went o'er	Y
To be forever with the Lord he loved	D
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I knew an aged man	Q2
Yet one scarce bent with fresh luxuriant hair	Y
So beautifully white and clear blue loving eyes	R2
We almost worshipped that most princely man	Q2
In his pure patriarchal beauty But one day	F
A whisper came to him It was so low	S2
We heard it not nor knew till he was gone	T2
Gone home Our sun was set on earth	U2
Yet risen in Heaven and through our falling tears	V
We saw our loved at home thenceforth to be	L2
Forever with the Lord Oh highest bliss	T
Forever with his Lord	P2
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Our mother slept	V2
At eve in a poor earthly home At dawn	T2
She stood upon the golden shore a sainted one	W2
A victor crowned We wept as well we might	X2
When we looked down upon those folded hands	J
Whose tender touch had often thrilled along	O
Our baby temples those pale patient hands	J
That toiled for us what time sweet slumber lay	F
On our young eyelids and in sunny dreams	Y2
We gathered wild flowers on the hill side green	Z2
Or chased the butterfly 'mid orchard blooms	A3
While she till the night waned toiled bravely on	B3
Not for herself but us then knelt and prayed	C3
For each young sleeper ere herself might sleep	D3
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This morn she slept and every line that grief	E3
Had ever left on her pale settled face	F3
And every furrow care had ever traced	G3
Upon her brow had faded in the calm	H3
Of that blest slumber Did we softly tread	K2
And hold our breath suspended in vague fear	Y
Of breaking the sweet spell or all too soon	H2
Rousing those tired feet to tread again	N
Their round of daily toil or did we check	I3
Our rising grief lest one o'er lab'ring sob	J3
From hearts so full should banish the sweet smile	K3
Which the glad vision of her Lord's dear face	F3
Had left upon her lips It may be so	S2
And yet the hour of weeping was not long	O
For 'mid the light by mortal eyes unpierced	K2
We caught the gleam of her unsullied robe	L3
And we rejoiced beholding her at home	L
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A little babe a tiny broken bud	K2
A snow white breathless lamb lay still and cold	K2
Upon its mother's knees She did not weep	D3
She did not pray but with white trembling lips	M3
And stony gaze looked down upon her child	K2
And only moaned in gasping accents dead	K2
My tender babe my lamb my own sweet boy	M2
Dead silent dead	K2
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Then sweet as borne	N3
O'er silver seas there came a voice that said	K2
Do not their angels evermore behold	K2
My Father's face in Heaven and swift as thought	K2
Faith overswept the bounds of space and caught	K2
A glimpse of her beloved on Jesus' breast	K2
Then tears gushed forth a precious healing flood	K2
And the lips murmured Safe oh safe at home	L
My bright boy waits at home thank God for me	L2
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Then let us ever when the righteous die	K2
Speak of them joyously as gone before	Y
Not dead but sweetly drawn within the veil	O3
To the blest home we're nearing to the house	P3
Of Christ our Elder Brother mansion fair	Y
Prepared and set in order by His hand	K2
Their home and ours to be forevermore	Y

Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)

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