THE OLD-TIME HEARTH-FIRE.
The poets praise, in touching rhyme,
The hearth-fire of the olden time;
I read their verse with many a sigh,
And think of times and joys gone by.
Thus dreaming o’er the past, I’m fain
To think I see it all again.
The poets praise, in touching rhyme,
The hearth-fire of the olden time;
I read their verse with many a sigh,
And think of times and joys gone by.
Thus dreaming o’er the past, I’m fain
To think I see it all again.