HOME. There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A clearer, sweeter spot than all the rest; Where man, creation’s tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pit While in his softened look leeningly blend The sire, the son, the husband, father, friend. Here we man reigns ;the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the marrow way of life. In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, an angel guard of loves and grases lie. Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be Artthona man? a patriot I look around. Oh thou shalt find, where'er thy footsteps roam, That land, thy country, and that spot thy home. md? ling = 7 re 4 47 sores