We are all here--
Father, mother, sister, brother,
All who hold each other dear.
Each chair is filled, we're all at home;
To-night let no stranger come.
It is not often thus around
Our old, familiar hearth we're found
Blessed, then, the meeting and the spot:
For once be every care forgot;
Let gentle peace assert her power,
And kind affection rule the hour:
We're all, all here.
--_Charles Sprague._
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Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been--
A sound which makes us linger;--yet--farewell.
--_Byron._
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