I turn to my home from the world’s bitter cold;
For true, faithful hearts beckon me from afar,
And the flame of my ingle is my guiding star.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home! there’s no place like home!
Winstead.
Truth. June 4, 1885.
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Law, Cheap Law.
’Mid falsehood and fallacies, jingle and jaw