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Poem
February 18, 1806
Virginia Argus
Richmond, Virginia
What is this article about?
This poem celebrates home as a sanctuary from life's adversities, including tempests, vice, sorrow, war, and death, emphasizing family, friends, and moral comfort leading to eternal home.
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HOME.
When north winds rage & tempests howl,
And great folks on misfortunes scowl,
How sweet, remote from busy life,
To press thy children and thy wife,
Secure at home!
When merit meets a thousand cares,
And vice a pleasing semblance wears,
Would'st thou her barbed dart elude?
Fly to the bosom of the good,
And cherish home?
When evening's dewy star ascends,
Then with a few but real friends,
Well are thy fleeting moments spent;
Bounteous thy board, thy guest content!
Then welcome home!
Should sorrow's child thy precincts tread
'Tis time to raise his drooping head :
His burning tears shall cease to flow,
His heart with grateful warmth shall glow,
And bless thy home!
Alas ! unnumber'd ills I view ;
Thy heart shall beat and sicken too;
Disease, and want, and anguish lie;
Hark! 'tis the widow-orphan's-cry ;
They have no home!
Should war's shrill trumpet strike thine ear,
Alike remote from pride or fear,
Honor unsheathes thy shining sword,
To conquer or to die ! the word,
Protect thy home !
Thy children's children shall receive
From thee a recipe to live;
Their blessings and their deeds arise.
In blended fragrance to the skies,
Their native home!
When age has frosted ev'ry hair,
And loosen'd ties remove thy care,
Then, when the veil is half withdrawn,
Pleas'd shalt thou hail the rising morn,
Thy last bright home!
When north winds rage & tempests howl,
And great folks on misfortunes scowl,
How sweet, remote from busy life,
To press thy children and thy wife,
Secure at home!
When merit meets a thousand cares,
And vice a pleasing semblance wears,
Would'st thou her barbed dart elude?
Fly to the bosom of the good,
And cherish home?
When evening's dewy star ascends,
Then with a few but real friends,
Well are thy fleeting moments spent;
Bounteous thy board, thy guest content!
Then welcome home!
Should sorrow's child thy precincts tread
'Tis time to raise his drooping head :
His burning tears shall cease to flow,
His heart with grateful warmth shall glow,
And bless thy home!
Alas ! unnumber'd ills I view ;
Thy heart shall beat and sicken too;
Disease, and want, and anguish lie;
Hark! 'tis the widow-orphan's-cry ;
They have no home!
Should war's shrill trumpet strike thine ear,
Alike remote from pride or fear,
Honor unsheathes thy shining sword,
To conquer or to die ! the word,
Protect thy home !
Thy children's children shall receive
From thee a recipe to live;
Their blessings and their deeds arise.
In blended fragrance to the skies,
Their native home!
When age has frosted ev'ry hair,
And loosen'd ties remove thy care,
Then, when the veil is half withdrawn,
Pleas'd shalt thou hail the rising morn,
Thy last bright home!
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
War Military
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Home Refuge
Family Comfort
Moral Instruction
War Protection
Eternal Home
Poem Details
Title
Home.
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
How Sweet, Remote From Busy Life, To Press Thy Children And Thy Wife, Secure At Home!
Fly To The Bosom Of The Good, And Cherish Home?
Protect Thy Home !
Their Blessings And Their Deeds Arise. In Blended Fragrance To The Skies, Their Native Home!
Thy Last Bright Home!