Woman Contemplating a Household God, A - Part of Gems, from the Antique

CONTEMPLATING A HOUSEHOLD GOD .

 Domestic Love! not in proud palace halls
 Is often seen thy beauty to abide;
 Thy dwelling is in lowly cottage walls,
 That in the thickets of the woodbine hide;
 With hum of bees around, and from the side
 Of woody hills some little bubbling spring,
 Shining along through banks with harebells dyed;
 And many a bird to warble on the wing,
When Morn her saffron robe o'er heaven and earth doth fling.

 O! love of loves!—to thy white hand is given
 Of earthly happiness the golden key!
 Thine are the joyous hours of winter's even,
 When the babes cling around their father's knee;
 And thine the voice, that on the midnight sea
 Melts the rude mariner with thoughts of home,
 Peopling the gloom with all he longs to see.
 Spirit! I've built a shrine; and thou hast come,
And on its altar closed—for ever closed thy plume!
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