The right to draw was ne'er refused, I wonder now, since far I've strolled, Those boys and girls from far and near Would they? Well, yes, they would, I think; THE HAPPIEST THOUGHT What is the happiest thought you ever knew? When, as every baby should, You saw your mother bending o'er, As often she had done before, And recognized her loving smile, And heard her gleefully exclaim, "O, baby laughed; dear baby laughed!" While from your neck she kisses quaffed? Was that the happiest thought you ever knew? Was that the sweetest breath you ever drew? Or was your thought much happier later on, When, in your bright maturity, With vowed and pledged security, You called your loved one then your own, Of wedded bliss; no more to part, Or have you now the happiest thought of all? A satisfied serenity, Of aim and wish and hope fulfilled, Are friends around you warm and true? Abounding, buoyant, glorious life, This happiest thought to you I would bequeath; DELIGHT AT HOME Home should be a place of supreme delight. It is there we spend most of our time; it is there we refresh ourselves with food and rest; it is there we find the endless varieties of pleasure known to earth; it is there that the most holy joy of humanity, that of parents in their children, becomes a sweet realization. Nature multiplies the delights of home. The recurrence of the seasons-spring, summer, autumn, autumn, winter-gives unceasing variations in landscape views, foliage tints, climatic changes, and domestic activities, so that the dwellers at home have a taste, if not a satiety, in all that is beautiful, wholesome, and entertaining in the round of the years. The great sun, too, in his daily round, furnishes a succession of delightful views in never-ending variety. As Ruskin says: "There is not a moment of any day of our lives when Nature is not producing scene after scene, picture after picture, glory after glory, and working still upon such exquisite and constant principles of the most perfect beauty, that it is quite certain it is all done for us, and intended for our perpetual pleasure." Nor does beauty end with the day. Night has its own attractions-the silvery moon, the twinkling stars, the silent air, the dewy freshness without, and the cheery atmosphere, brilliant illumination, and glowing warmth within, all tending, as the hours of evening pass and the need of rest is felt, to make us repeat the refrain, as true as it is old, "There is no place like home." Outside fall the snowflakes lightly; Through the night loud raves the storm; In my room the fire glows brightly, And 't is cozy, silent, warm. And this leads to say that the chief delights of home are within its doors, where the old family clock is ticking off the 128 |