ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? I steal away from my husband, Asleep in his easy chair, And watch from the open doorway Alone in the dear old homestead We two are waiting together; And oft, as the shadows come, With tremulous voice he calls me, "It is night! are the children home?" "Yes, love!" I answer him, gently, Till the old man drops to slumber, Home, where never a sorrow Shall dim their eyes with tears! Through all the summer years! 115 116 ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? I know!—yet my arms are empty, And the mother heart within me Sometimes in the dusk of evening, And the children are all about me, A breath, and the vision is lifted Away on wings of light, They tell me his mind is failing, He is only back with the children, And still as the summer sunset And the wee ones, tired of playing, Go trooping home to rest, My husband calls from his corner, "Say, love! have the children come?” And I answer, with eyes uplifted, "Yes, dear! they are all at home!" A LESSON. LAST night I weighed, quite wearied out, Made the good nought beside the ill. This morning, when with rested mind The balance turned, the good supreme. A little sleep, a brief night's rest, Has changed the look of all that is! Sure any creed I hold at best Needs humble holding after this. 118 CENTENNIAL HYMN. CENTENNIAL HYMN, Prepared for the opening of the United States International OUR fathers' God, from out whose hand And loyal to our land and Thee! Here, where of old, by Thy design Be with us while the New World greets CENTENNIAL HYMN. 119 Thou who hast here in concord furled Beneath our Western skies fulfill For art and labor met in truce, For beauty made the bride of use, We thank Thee, while withal we crave The austere virtues strong to save, The manhood never bought or sold! O! make thou us, through centuries long The safeguards of Thy righteous law, Let the new cycle shame the old! J. G. WHITTIER, |