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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391648" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spells Of Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There blend the ties that strengthen<br>Our hearts in hours of grief,<br>The silver links that lengthen<br>Joy's visits when most brief. <br>BERNARD BARTON.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>BY the soft green light in the woody glade,<br>On the banks of moss where thy childhood play'd;<br>By the household tree thro' which thine eye<br>First look'd in love to the summer-sky,<br>By the dewy gleam, by the very breath<br>Of the primrose tufts in the grass beneath,<br>Upon thy heart there is laid a spell,<br>Holy and precious oh! guard it well! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the sleepy ripple of the stream,<br>Which hath lull'd thee into many a dream;<br>By the shiver of the ivy-leaves<br>To the wind of morn at thy casement-eaves,<br>By the bee's deep murmur in the limes,<br>By the music of the Sabbath-chimes,<br>By every sound of thy native shade,<br>Stronger and dearer the spell is made. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the gathering round the winter hearth,<br>When twilight call'd unto household mirth;<br>By the fairy tale or the legend old<br>In that ring of happy faces told;<br>By the quiet hour when hearts unite<br>In the parting prayer and the kind 'Good-night;'<br>By the smiling eye and the loving tone,<br>Over thy life has the spell been thrown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bless that gift! it hath gentle might,<br>A guardian power and a guiding light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It hath led the freeman forth to stand<br>In the mountain-battles of his land;<br>It hath brought the wanderer o'er the seas<br>To die on the hills of his own fresh breeze;<br>And back to the gates of his father's hall,<br>It hath led the weeping prodigal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! when thy heart in its pride would stray<br>From the pure first loves of its youth away;<br>When the sullying breath of the world would come<br>O'er the flowers it brought from its childhood's home;<br>Think thou again of the woody glade,<br>And the sound by the rustling ivy made,<br>Think of the tree at thy father's door,<br>And the kindly spell shall have power once more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Our hearts in hours of grief,
The silver links that lengthen
Joy's visits when most brief. 
BERNARD BARTON.


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