There is music in the word Home.
To the old it brings a bewitching strain from the harp of memory,
to the middle aged it brings up happy thoughts,
while to the young it is a reminder of all that is near and dear to them.
Our hearts turn with unchangeable love and longing
to the dear old home which sheltered us in childhood.
Kind friends may beckon us to newer scenes,
and loving hearts may bind us fast to other pleasant homes;
but we love to return to the home of our childhood.
It may be old and rickety to the eyes of strangers;
the windows may have been broken and patched long ago,
and the floor worn through,
but it is still the old home from out of which we looked at life with hearts full of hope;
building castles which faded long ago.
-Gathered Jewels for the Home Circle, 1880
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