SLEEP O HAPPY Sleep! thou bear'st upon thy breast The broad seas darken slowly in the west; There is no sorrow hidden or confessed, Thou canst not for a little while efface; Thou sovereign gift of God most sweet, most blest, Ada Louise Martin [18 THE QUIET NIGHTS UNMINDFUL of my low desert Among the blessings He doth give Since I was young, who now grow old, kness covered me a great sea, to bould lie s, who should to iquity. MAH DOM. rance dripping sweet s of heat, or ws drenched with dew; eep my eyelids knew. gel kept my bed lt down and prayed; hild I slept until at the window-sill. for the nights of stars, n, with his rings, and Mars. d the Milky Way; n the Summer lightnings play. a Milky Way I trod, gh the mercy of my God lk and honey, wrapped in ease Him for the wakening bird e struck hours I have not heard, r the morns so cool, so kind, ound me fresh in heart and mind. 3027 ng the gifts of His mercy, HOME AND FATHERLAND HAME, HAME, HAME HAME, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree! When the flower is i' the bud and the leaf is on the tree, The green leaf o' loyaltie's beginning for to fa', O, there's nocht now frae ruin my country can save, The great now are gane, a' wha ventured to save, Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be→ Allan Cunningham [1784-1842] HOME, SWEET HOME! From "Clari, the Maid of Milan " 'MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Home, Home, sweet, sweet Home! There's no place like Home! there's no place like Home! My Old Kentucky Home om home, splendor dazzles in vain; my lowly thatched cottage again! singing gayly, that came at my call,→ 3029 hem, and the peace of mind, dearer than all! Home, sweet, sweet Home! place like Home! there's no place like Home! t 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile, place like Home! there's no place like Home! 'll return, overburdened with care; 's dearest solace will smile on me there; el Home! sweet, sweet Home! o place like Home! there's no place like Home! John Howard Payne [1792-1852] MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME shines bright in the old Kentucky home; ummer, the darkeys are gay; n-top's ripe, and the meadow's in the bloom, e the birds make music all the day. ung folks roll on the little cabin floor, erry, all happy and bright; by hard times comes a-knocking at the door:my old Kentucky home, good-night! Weep no more, my lady, O, weep no more to-day! e will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, For the old Kentucky home, far away. unt no more for the possum and the coon, he meadow, the hill, and the shore; ing no more by the glimmer of the moon, he bench by the old cabin door. The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart, The time has come when the darkeys have to part:- The head must bow, and the back will have to bend, A few more days and the troubles all will end, A few more days till we totter on the road:- Weep no more, my lady, O, weep no more to-day! We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, Stephen Collins Foster [1826-1864] THE OLD FOLKS AT HOME WAY down upon de Suwanee Ribber, Far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, All up and down de whole creation Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. All de world am sad and dreary, Eb'rywhere I roam; Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary, All round de little farm I wandered When I was young, Den many happy days I squandered, |