Poem October 10, 1914 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

Home

HARRIETT PUTNAM

I've journeyed in far distant lands
Where the flowers ever bloom,
Where the sky is blue
The whole night through,
And the royal palm
With stately calm
Rises from coral sands.

I've wandered where bold cataracts
To each other loudly cry,
And mountains lift their summits
To the cloudlands of the sky,—
And in every place
And with every race
My home awaits me there.

Come with me to my home, dear friend;
'Tis a dear and beautiful place.
There Truth and Love and Life abide,
The Father constantly at my side,
Filling the home with a radiance fair.
Do you know this home,
Can you enter there?

Oh, come with me to my dwelling-place;
No sorrow can enter there.
We drop at the door all worry and care,
All blame and censure and thought unfair.
Then come with me,
And we'll all of us share
This wonderful home
Which is everywhere.

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