THE GIRLS AT HOME.
Through all the long and wear}' months
Of this, our passing year,
Fond memories and messages
Have brought sweet, soothing cheer—
From girls at home.
Now, that the year has reached the end,
And troubles all are o'er.
Serenely we make return.
To pleasant scenes once more—
To girls at home.
What better bliss can be than this,
To tell that tale of old,
'Mid scenes that have not been forgot,
To one with heart not cold—
The girl at home?
How sad that some, most surely one.
Must bear the cold, keen dart,
That comes, with thoughts like this;
There is for me no maid's warm heart—
No girl at home.
—A. L. Rodgers.