Nor need we power or splendour,—
Wide hall or lordly dome;
The good, the true, the tender,—
These form the wealth of home.
Mrs. Hale.
His warm but simple home, where he enjoys
With her who shares his pleasure and his heart,
Sweet converse.
Cowper.
Home is the sphere of harmony and peace,
The spot where angels find a resting-place,
When, bearing blessings, they descend to earth.
Mrs. Hale.
Home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polished friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.
Thomson.
An angel always dwells beneath the roof
Where, in her virtue, a sweet wife fulfils
Her gentle duties; and unnumbered ills
From that love-guarded precinct keep aloof.