Sweet mem’ries of old you recall,

Yes dim visions of by-gone years;

Oh ling’ring breath of darkness dense

Seeming lost in cavernous hill,

Little murmuring, hidden streams,

Low chanting the spirits’ sweet will.

Beautiful is thy mute appeal;

Majestic the grandeur of night,

As dawn is stealing from afar

’Mid shimmering darkness and light;

So on shadowy wings of love,

Waft us thy song across the foam,

Over the bounding billows free,

Singing softly of home sweet home.

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THOUGHTS FOR ALL CONTEMPLATING MATRIMONY. (The Building of a Home.)

The strongest joy of all instinctive human joys

Is embodied in the building of a home

Where every thought of the inner soul employs,

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