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Poem January 8, 1856

Washington Sentinel

Washington, District Of Columbia

What is this article about?

A sentimental poem extolling the enduring bliss and security found in the love of wife, children, and friends, contrasted with worldly uncertainties, through vignettes of a merchant, a dying sailor, youth, and old age.

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Wife, Children, and Friends.

If the stock of our bliss is in strangers hands vested,
The fund ill-secured, oft in bankruptcy ends,
But the heart issues bills which are never protested,
When drawn on the firm of—wife, children, and friends.

Though spice-breathing gales o'er his caravan hover,
And around him Arabia's whole fragrance descends,
The merchant still thinks of the woodbines that cover
The bower where he sat with—wife, children, and friends.

Though valor still glows in his life's dying embers,
The death-wounded tar, who his colors defends,
Drops a tear of regret as he dying remembers
How blest was his home with—wife, children, and friends.

The day-spring of youth, still unclouded by sorrow
Alone on itself for enjoyment depends;
But dear is the twilight of age, if it borrow
No warmth from the smiles of—wife, children, and friends.

What sub-type of article is it?

Song

What themes does it cover?

Friendship Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Wife Children Friends Domestic Bliss Family Security Merchant Caravan Dying Sailor Youth Age Twilight

Poem Details

Title

Wife, Children, And Friends.

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains With Refrain

Key Lines

If The Stock Of Our Bliss Is In Strangers Hands Vested, The Fund Ill Secured, Oft In Bankruptcy Ends, But The Heart Issues Bills Which Are Never Protested, When Drawn On The Firm Of—Wife, Children, And Friends. Though Spice Breathing Gales O'er His Caravan Hover, And Around Him Arabia's Whole Fragrance Descends, The Merchant Still Thinks Of The Woodbines That Cover The Bower Where He Sat With—Wife, Children, And Friends. Though Valor Still Glows In His Life's Dying Embers, The Death Wounded Tar, Who His Colors Defends, Drops A Tear Of Regret As He Dying Remembers How Blest Was His Home With—Wife, Children, And Friends. The Day Spring Of Youth, Still Unclouded By Sorrow Alone On Itself For Enjoyment Depends; But Dear Is The Twilight Of Age, If It Borrow No Warmth From The Smiles Of—Wife, Children, And Friends.

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