Madison Cawein on Home
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“Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.”
“When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock, And the brown bee drones i' the rose, And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock, And summer is near its close— It's—Oh, for the gate, and the locust lane; And dusk, and dew, and home again!”