[From the St. Louis Home Journal/IWhen misty twilight comes apace O’er fair Missouri’s sunny plain,I feel #ithhf £ thrill of peace,-** ^To be at home, dear home, again.i Here *jy happiest hours passed Sweet moments—-some too bright to Jest.*v-w? J Jrit.f“?«•*. aMissouri, my adopted home, f tThy prairies fair, thy iheadoiyg green, *All dear to me—nor would J.* * I love thy Bummer’s musty afceeajOO *'*.J I love thy prairies, boundless, wider-f The:mmmurimgs of thy pilver Ud% I, '* x*' vv km # *.#J*o land to me so dear as this, / ,Where sorrows, joys both have beend^nown. Our .mortal life is uetaU bliss $We could not have all spring alone.My cherished dud is bitted herd; 'S, Thy soil is sacred tb each tear!My love latere—that brightest chainThat e’er to woman heart was given f It binds me to thee, then, again.Thy beauties bring me thoughts of heaven Thy murmurtng streams, thy meadows' wild,Thy atmosphere so fresh and plild./* r' Fond memories often cpme to me rr r * rOf true, ptlre happiness now flown/,' When resting ’neath some green tree, ^ X' d 1 {l talked td Muft,fmy brother, gohef *3 .8 .J) Jrhe playmate of childhood Vd#y*j ^ ,0 .Ji Alas I so soon has passed away. \ \#4* ^ '« ^.1. | i fwHTes, dear Missouri, in thy breast *1 \' laid bur darling angel'down , * * AWe^Jeave him to his heavenly rest-— * ,For one so pUre we will not mourp.What wonder, then. I love thee well,Where alljny hearfeV»#ecUans dwell ?