"Mid pleasinas & palaces though we may so humble, there's Be it ever A charm from the sky seems which سم like Home! place like in to hallow us there I seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere Home home! sweet, sweet Home! There's no place like Home! An exile from Home, splendour dazzles in vain! lowly thatch'd cottage again HOME, SWEET HOME! MID pleasures and palaces though we may ream, There's no place like home! An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain ; There's no place like home! JOHN HOWARD PAYNE. LOSS AND GAIN. WHEN the baby died, we said, Leave the other!" but, alas! While we watched he waited there, One foot on the golden stair, One hand beckoning at the gate, Till the home was desolate. |