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Show I M5 . The Workman's ..felappy . Home. HY I.. U. lYou wonder thsit-I um so cheery, " , As I puss ypu, day after dsiy, Iwith a workintfinan's cumbersome outfit, And his ill -fitting- grannonts of gray ; And you think such a life must be barren, Of the songs and the blossoms of ioy ; That it reaps but the thistles that rank Apd garners the cares that annoy. Ahl the smiles on my face are the toftcn Of home -love that never prows cold ; , Of tie clinging1 white arms of my children, ,. More precious than silver and gold. And to them, the plain, rugged father Is as dear as a father can be ; For beneath )ic frank, homely features, A spirit of kindness they see. So I sing as I bend to my labor, . And singing I. go to my home, And the toil of the day is forgotten In those hours when nolonger I roam-; In those hours when the silvery moonlight t Makes the lanes and the hedges all fair, And lightens my children's sweet faces, And brightens my baby's soft hair, So I rise with the lark in the morning, And like him I keep trilling my song; His joy is the morn's fleeting pleasures; Mine the treasures that last the year long ; In my youth for a home I was planning; In my prime that home is my own ; And thus will life's evening be pleasattt, . By the toil that my manhood has known. ' The working-man's path may be shadowed, But the heart in his breast will be light, If the toil of the day is enlivened ' 13v the r?st imd the pence of the night;. r! And the home where a welcome awaits hrm,' ' ; As surelv as evening.draws nigh, kls a bliss none would change for a kingdom, Ami a wealth that gold cannqt buy. N. . W eckly. |