In honor of the fact that there will be a gathering of the clan tomorrow - and for the first time in two years I will see all three of my brothers and sister-in-laws and 1 niece and 3 nephews, as well as my parents, I offer for Poetry Friday a poem and about home and love by Charles Swain.
Home is Where There's One to Love Us
by Charles Swain
Home's not merely our square walls,
Though with pictures hung and gilded;
Home is where Affection calls,
Filled with shrines the Heart hath builded!
Home! -- go watch the faithful dove,
Sailing 'neath the heaven above us;
Home is where there's one to love!
Home is where there's one to love us!
Home's not merely roof and room--
It needs something to endear it;
Home is where the heart can bloom,
Where there's some kind lip to cheer it!
What is home with none to meet,
None to welcome, none to greet us?
Home is sweet - and only sweet -
Where there's one we love to meet us!
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