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When I speak of home, I speak of the place where -- in default of a better -- those I love are gathered together; and if that place were a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding.
- Alas for him! who friendless and alone,
- Remote from parents and from brethren dwells;
- From him grief snatches every coming joy
- Ere it doth reach his lip. His restless thoughts
- Revert for ever to his father's halls,
- Where first to him the radiant sun unclos'd
- The gates of heav'n; where closer, day by day,
- Brothers and sisters, leagu'd in pastime sweet,
- Around each other twin'd the bonds of love.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from which we go forth to more careful and guarded intercourse, leaving behind us much debris of cast-off and everyday clothing.
- Oh! be he king or subject, he's most blest,
- Who in his home finds happiness and peace.
It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.
Going home must be like going to render an account.
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