BY THE FIRESIDE.
I care not how in rejkless rout The rude winds blow the leaves about; Nor how in Summer vales serene They toss the gray above the green. I haye —here where no cold winds be — A kindly cot that covereth me, And one whose smile can cheer and charm In the strong circle of my arm. Vain is the Winter's icy art While her dear love doth warm my heart. Within are lights and shadows shed On sweet wee forms tucked up in bed. I lath glory such alluring gleams As children smiling in their dreams ? O, world of waste and wintry snow, Give me but this—my fireside's glow, A shelter in the storm and strife, With love of little ones and wife, And I shall yield all other art For that sweet love that warms my heart!
Atlanta Constitution
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIV, Issue 2, 7 May 1897, Page 11
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143BY THE FIRESIDE. New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIV, Issue 2, 7 May 1897, Page 11
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