Classic Poem

To W. P. P.

The dear little nest up under the eaves
Out of the wind's cold reach,
The dear little home up on the cliff
Above the pebbly beach!
The rain may beat on the window-pane,
The snow pile around the door,
But at our fireside love-lights glow,
What more has life in store?

We sit and talk in the hearth's warm light,
While dying embers glow,
And know the charm of loving hearts
What though the cold winds blow?
Though sorrows weigh and trials come
Our stay will be our love;
We'll get together around the hearth
And God will smile above.

Homing! Homing! Dearest, sweetheart,
Back to our love-nest hieing;
Homing! Homing! Dearest, loved one,
Back to our fireside flying.