 | 1879 - 484 pages
...Fireside! My own Fireside! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise! Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What...— my own Fireside! A gentle form is near me now; A emall white hand is clasp'd in mine; I gaze upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal thine!... | |
 | Thomas E. Thoresby - 1869 - 718 pages
...arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy mine eyes. "What is there ray wild heart can prize, That doth not in thy sphere...gentle form is near me now ; A small white hand is claap'd in mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow, And ask — what joys can equal thine ? A babe, whose... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1847 - 534 pages
...the sweetest dreams arise, Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my ej'es. What is there my wild heart can prize That doth not...my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own fireside f A gentle form is near me now; A small white hand is clasped in mine; I gaze upon her placid brow,... | |
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Twixt book and lute the hours divide, And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee — my own fireside. " My own fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes. What... 
