Truth. Christmas Number, 1886.
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THE OLD HOUSE AT HOME.
Oh! the old house at home where my forefathers dwelt,
Where a child at the feet of my mother I knelt,
When she taught me the prayer, where she read me the page,
Which, if infancy lisps, is the solace of age;
My heart, ’mid all changes, wherever I roam,
Ne’er loses its love for the old house at home!
’Twas not for its splendour that dwelling was dear,