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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: HOME: WHERE LOVE REIGNS, AND TRAINS. " Love, and the Smiling Face of Her.' The Birthplace of Institutions. The Genius of Home. The Holy of Holies. The Nursery of Full-Grown Souls. The Birth of a Home. The Meaning of Love. The Real Test. The Nazareth Home. "A spirit dwells by the fireside When the patter of falling rain Trembles the leaves of the drooping trees And drips on the window pane. O, cold and gray is the world outside, When the heav'ns grow dark above, But within, within, at the glowing hearth Is the tender spirit of love " Our genius there at the fireside Whispers a thousand things. ' O, life is drear and the world is wide, But a brave heart soars and sings Tho' clouds draw round and storms betide, Within that heart hope springs, And here pure Faith all else beside, Around it twines and clings ' " O, precious voice of the fireside Sweet spirit of calm and cheer Tho' the wild wind roars o'er the pathless wastes, What matter, so thou art near? Thy voice ne'er stills tho' the years go on, When the patter of falling rain Drips from the eaves and trembles the leaves And rattles the window pane. Holy and sacred the voice of home, It steals to our hearts again." Beatrice Clayton. HOME. " Love, and the Smiling Face of Her." Home is the holy of holies of a man's life. There he withdraws from all the world, and, shutting his door, is alone with those who are his own. It is the reservoir of his strength, the restorer of his energies, the resting place from his toil, the brooding place for his spirit, the inspiration for all his activities and battles. Home is where love lives. Not where it boards, nor pays occasional visits, even long visits, nor even where it may be a sort of perma...