HOME IX REALITY
... THAT IS not home where day by day, I wear the busy hours away; That is not home, where lonely r.igkt Prepares me for the toils of light- 'Tis hope and joy and memory give A home in which the heJrt can live. There are, who strangely love to roam And find in wildest haunts their home; And some-in halls of lordly state, Who, yet, are homeless, desolate. There is no home in halls of pride. They ...