Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Two HomesJosiah Gilbert Holland (18191881)
I
Tow’rd the dear ones who in expectance sweet
Await the coming of my weary feet,
With faces in the hearth-fire glowing bright,
And please my heart with many a lovely sight
Of way-worn neighbors, stepping from the street
Through doors thrown wide, and bursts of light that greet
Their entrance, painting all their paths with white;
And then I think, with a great thrill of bliss,
That all the world, and all of life it brings,
Tell me true tales of other realms than this,
As faithful types of spiritual things;
And so I know that home’s rewarding kiss
Insures the hope of heaven that in me springs.