With baleful eyes and then advanced. “Keep off!
Keep off!” I shrieked, then seized the child and turned
To fly—when suddenly the vision changed:
Once more I dwelt beneath my parents’ roof,
A happy, careless child. The olden scenes
Were fresh again, and things forgot had life
And form. O home!—how blest are they that have
A home!—sweet haven sure when others fail!
“Oh, do not leave me, darling boy, my own!”
It was my mother’s voice. Ah, yes, her eyes