Home and Friends

" Oh, there's a power to make each hour

As sweet as heaven designed it;

Nor need we roam to bring it home,

Though few there be that find it!

We seek too high for things close by,

And lose what nature found us;

For life hath here no charm so dear

As Home and Friends around us! "

   - these words are from a poem written by C. Swain in 1857