Chapter 23 No.23

"Sweet is the hour that brings us home,

Where all will spring to meet us;

Where hands are striving as we come,

To be the first to greet us.

When the world has spent its frowns and wrath,

And care been sorely pressing;

'Tis sweet to turn from our roving path,

And find a fireside blessing;

Ah, joyfully dear is the homeward tra