Some think the hearth-fire spell o’er hearts
Is close allied to witching arts!
One thing is sure—oft to that shrine,
Fond memory draws this heart of mine;
And round that hearth’s soft evening gleams,
My spirit dreams its sweetest dreams.
When I that hearth in fancy see,
My childhood all comes back to me;
Then lives my father as before—
Then is my mother there once more;