MY PICTURES.
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'Twas a home of welcome no one could doubt,
Whose latch-string hung invitingly out,
And many a stranger supped at its board
While blazing logs in the" chimney roared.
Whose latch-string hung invitingly out,
And many a stranger supped at its board
While blazing logs in the" chimney roared.
O this is an age of reform and change!
And things aesthetic, modern, and strange—
Improvements that savor of silver and gold
Are superseding the cherished and old.
And things aesthetic, modern, and strange—
Improvements that savor of silver and gold
Are superseding the cherished and old.
But I turn from palaces, built for show,
With mansard roofs, and stories below
Of frescoed, kalsomined, dadoed halls,
To the old-fashioned house with its white-washed walls.
With mansard roofs, and stories below
Of frescoed, kalsomined, dadoed halls,
To the old-fashioned house with its white-washed walls.
My Pictures
They are not set in frames of gold,
Nor painted by the masters old,
Whose names are celebrated
For deft and true artistic touch;
But still I prize them quite as much,
And gaze on them elated.
Nor painted by the masters old,
Whose names are celebrated
For deft and true artistic touch;
But still I prize them quite as much,
And gaze on them elated.
