no place like home! to hallow us there. A charm from the sky seen which, seek through the world, is Home, home, neer met with elsewhere! - sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home! there's no place like home ! John Stoward Fayne. / God's love, unchanging, pure, and true, With such a prayer, on this sweet day, JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. THE POET'S FRIEND. LORD BOLINGBROKE. COME then, my friend! my genius! come along; O, while along the stream of time thy name ALEXANDER POPE. A GENEROUS friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows. POPE'S ILIAD. FRIENDSHIP. HAM. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man HAM. be flattered? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled, man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him SHAKESPEARE. OLD MATTHEW A CONVERSATION. WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, And from the turf a fountain broke And gurgled at our feet. "Now, Matthew!" said I, "let us match This water's pleasant tune With some old border-song, or catch "Or of the church-clock and the chimes In silence Matthew lay, and eyed And thus the dear old man replied, The gray-haired man of glee : "No check, no stay, this Streamlet fears, How merrily it goes! "T will murmur on a thousand years, And flow as now it flows. "And here, on this delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this fountain's brink. "My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears "Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what Age takes away Than what it leaves behind. "The black bird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. "With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free: ""T is true," I'd not believe them more than thee, All-noble Marcius. - Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where-against |