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POEMS.
Art thou not peaceful? 'Tis a name
Unknown 'neath many a lordly dome;
There are sad hearts in stately halls,
When smiles light up the cottage home!
Unknown 'neath many a lordly dome;
There are sad hearts in stately halls,
When smiles light up the cottage home!
Sweet spot! Thou art like that fair flower,
Whose beauties ever hidden lie;
Couched in thy mossy bed, apart
From a vain world's all-searching eye.
Whose beauties ever hidden lie;
Couched in thy mossy bed, apart
From a vain world's all-searching eye.
Long be thy calm unbroken; long
Passed o'er unseen by lightest care;
Long may they lift thy cotter's latch,
And look upon contentment there.
Passed o'er unseen by lightest care;
Long may they lift thy cotter's latch,
And look upon contentment there.
Perchance the hand of time is raised
To scatter bitter sorrows here;
E'en now may be stretched forth to crush
The vision-hopes, held all too dear.
To scatter bitter sorrows here;
E'en now may be stretched forth to crush
The vision-hopes, held all too dear.
But it hath not the power to quench
A sweet remembrance of past hours
Of peace and calm, tho' it may change
To withered weeds our path of flow'rs.
A sweet remembrance of past hours
Of peace and calm, tho' it may change
To withered weeds our path of flow'rs.
It hath no power to dim the thought,
Oft-rising—of a household band,
Whose kindly hearts have answered mine,
Whose cheering grasp hath met my hand.
Oft-rising—of a household band,
Whose kindly hearts have answered mine,
Whose cheering grasp hath met my hand.
