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Home is the consciousness of goodThat holds us in its wide embrace;The steady light that comforts usIn every path our footsteps trace.

Our Father's house has many rooms,And each with peace and love imbued;No child can ever stray beyondThe compass of infinitude.

October 15, 1938
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