Waving hand, smiling band!

Hear the laughter from the windows and the doors.

DEAR POSSESSIONS

A loaf of bread with a glass of milk

With a roof that shelters and a restful bed,

A place to wear the faded silk

And a pillow for the aching head;

A kettle that sings while the night wind sighs,

And a cup of tea to drink;

A hearth to sweep and a babe that cries,

With a pile of dishes in the sink.

A home to keep and a man to love,

With a heart that is true and fine.

These precious things sent from heaven above,

Will be prized for yours and for mine.

THE UNBIDDEN TEARS

Glad tears that rush like rivers down the cheek

Like gilding gold of morning's amber light.

O happy hearts, by hearths when wills are meek!

We welcome sun that chased away the night.

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