HOMEHome is the harbor into which we sailWhen the storms of life would ourbarque assail ,’Tis there we grain new courage tomeet'Ilie storms of life, and look defeatSquare in the face, and with a grin Go back to the fiprht, determined towin.To HOME men come at the close of dayTo a dear little wife and hear her say:“1 iove you now, as I did that day Wht n you ami i, with hearts so gay Were made just one, where we hadbc^ Ti two,And wed forever to be true.It may he a mansion, or just a shackOn the main highway, or bunt way bsrk *Yet, once’ in a while, as we onwardroam,We're permitted to view a real, true HOME.lt;!;b H. Wolfe, “The Plumber Poet” i