Where is Thy Home?
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Title
Where is Thy Home?
Subject
Home, Religion
Creator
Unknown
Source
http://addison.vt.edu/record=b1775388~S1
Publisher
Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University
Date
March 1876
Contributor
Katie Garahan, Alexis Priestley
Format
Text
Language
English
Type
Editorial
Identifier
LD5655.V8 L4, ser.1, v.1, no.6 (Mar. 1876), p.6
Coverage
Blacksburg, VA
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Reader, have you ever asked yourself this question? Have you ever cast a moment's reflection on this little phrase, which speaks so forcibly to every heart? Where is thy home? Is it in a sequestered dell, where a little cottage you term your own is so snugly situated; where beautiful flowers embellish your homestead, and little birds carol their sweet lays to you all day long; where you and your happy family spend their time in useful occupation?
Farmer, where is thy home?
Is it in a large city, where the busy toils of life are so common, and numerous grades of society exists; where objects of misery and happiness meet the eye at every gaze, and the contrast between the millionaire and begger may be plainly seen? Is it here, engaged in the active duties of city life, that you term your home?
Merchant, where is thy home?
Is it in the dusty shop, where tools of every description lie around you in great profusion; where, from morn 'till night, through weeks, months and years, you are bound down, enchained to hard toil?
Mechanic, where is thy home?
Is it on the boundless ocean, where the stupendous work of One Great and Powerful, strike veneration and awe into your bosom for such a being? Is it here, divided from death by simply the width of a frail plank, you call your home?
Sailor, where is thy home?
Is it on the broad field of carnage, with war for your occupation, the sword and musket your constant companions; where the dead and wounded fall promiscuously around, and your exposure to shells and bullets makes you put a small estimate upon your position in futurity? Is it here, confronting the Death Angel, you term your home?
Soldier, where is thy home
Myself I ask the question, where is thy home?
There is a place where I first saw the light; where, under the eye of kind, benevolent parents, I have passed my childhood days. It is a lovely place, situated on a beautiful river, and surrounded by extensive and pleasant lawns. Solitude and peace reign undisturbed throughout that little domain, and it seems that nothing would then occur to mar the pleasurable tranquility of such a homestead, or give discomfort to any of its inhabitants. Reader, you may say this is my home, but I cannot. Farmer, merchant, mechanic, sailor and soldier, say not that your home is on this earth; but rather say, beyond the skies. ONE.
Farmer, where is thy home?
Is it in a large city, where the busy toils of life are so common, and numerous grades of society exists; where objects of misery and happiness meet the eye at every gaze, and the contrast between the millionaire and begger may be plainly seen? Is it here, engaged in the active duties of city life, that you term your home?
Merchant, where is thy home?
Is it in the dusty shop, where tools of every description lie around you in great profusion; where, from morn 'till night, through weeks, months and years, you are bound down, enchained to hard toil?
Mechanic, where is thy home?
Is it on the boundless ocean, where the stupendous work of One Great and Powerful, strike veneration and awe into your bosom for such a being? Is it here, divided from death by simply the width of a frail plank, you call your home?
Sailor, where is thy home?
Is it on the broad field of carnage, with war for your occupation, the sword and musket your constant companions; where the dead and wounded fall promiscuously around, and your exposure to shells and bullets makes you put a small estimate upon your position in futurity? Is it here, confronting the Death Angel, you term your home?
Soldier, where is thy home
Myself I ask the question, where is thy home?
There is a place where I first saw the light; where, under the eye of kind, benevolent parents, I have passed my childhood days. It is a lovely place, situated on a beautiful river, and surrounded by extensive and pleasant lawns. Solitude and peace reign undisturbed throughout that little domain, and it seems that nothing would then occur to mar the pleasurable tranquility of such a homestead, or give discomfort to any of its inhabitants. Reader, you may say this is my home, but I cannot. Farmer, merchant, mechanic, sailor and soldier, say not that your home is on this earth; but rather say, beyond the skies. ONE.