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The Path to Home
There's the mother at the doorway, and the children at the gate,
And the little parlor windows with the curtains white and straight.
There are shaggy asters blooming in the bed that lines the fence,
And the simplest of the blossoms seems of mighty consequence.
Oh, there isn't any mansion underneath God's starry dome
That can rest a weary pilgrim like the little place called home.
Men have sought for gold and silver; men have dreamed at night of fame;
In the heat of youth they've struggled for achievement's honored name;
But the selfish crowns are tinsel, and their shining jewels paste,
And the wine of pomp and glory soon grows bitter to the taste.
For there's never any laughter, howsoever far you roam,
Like the laughter of the loved ones in the happiness of home.
There is nothing so important as the mother's lullabies,
Filled with peace and sweet contentment, when the moon begins to rise—
Nothing real except the beauty and the calm upon her face
And the shouting of the children as they scamper round the place.
For the greatest of man's duties is to keep his loved ones glad
And to have his children glory in the father they have had.
So where'er a man may wander, and whatever be his care,
You'll find his soul still stretching to the home he left somewhere.
You'll find his dreams all tangled up with hollyhocks in bloom,
And the feet of little children that go racing through a room,
With the happy mother smiling as she watches them at play—
These are all in life that matter, when you've stripped the rest away.
~By Edgar A. Guest
Image from...ME! The 'old homeplace'!
Image from Better Homes and Gardens (bhg.com)
Image from Better Homes and Gardens (bhg.com)
Image from Better Homes and Gardens (bhg.com)
Image from Better Homes and Gardens (bhg.com)
Image from Better Homes and Gardens (bhg.com)
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Aug. 7, 2008 - Love it!
I think I'm going to print this on some pretty paper in a pretty font and frame it for my home! It really puts things in perspective. I read about a little girl whose folks were in the military. When asked how she liked moving from home to home, she said that her home was wherever they were. They just had to find a house to put it in. Isn't that sweet?!
Catching up on your blog,
Laura
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