The Hearth
Who has not seen the magic
Of firelight change a room
From just a pleasant shelter
To friendliness and home?
No house is quite so lovely
That it survives the blight
Of an idle fireplace
On cheerless day or night.
No heart can be so empty
Embittered by false blame,
That does not build new courage
Beside a cheerful flame.
Dreary would this old world be
Without the countless dreams
That soar up sooted chimneys
In clear, untarnished reams!