Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT HOME TONIGHT, by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL Poet's Biography First Line: The lessons are done and the prizes won Last Line: "yes, ""home to-night!" Subject(s): Death - Children; Home; Death - Babies | ||||||||
THE lessons are done and the prizes won, And the counted weeks are past; Oh, the holiday joys of the girls and boys Who are "home to-night" at last! Oh, the ringing beat of the springing feet, As into the hall they rush! Oh, the tender bliss of the first home kiss, With its moment of fervent hush! So much to tell, and to hear as well, As they gather around the glow! Who would not part, for the joy of heart That only the parted can know? At home to-night! But all have not met, there are travelers yet Speeding along through the dark, By tunnel and bridge, past river and ridge, To the distant yet nearing mark. But hearts are warm, for the winter storm Has never a chill for love: And faces are bright in the flickering light Of the small dim lamp above. And voices of gladness rise over the madness Of the whirl and the rush and the roar, For rapid and strong it bears them along To a home and an open door -- Yes, home to-night! Oh, home to-night, yes, home to-night, Through the pearly gate and the open door! Some happy feet on the golden street Are entering now to "go out no more." For the work is done and the rest begun, And the training time is forever past, And the home of rest in the mansions blest Is safely, joyously reached at last. Oh, the love and light in that home to-night! Oh, the songs of bliss and the harps of gold! Oh, the glory shed on the new-crowned head! Oh, the telling of love that can ne'er be told! Oh, the welcome that waits at the shining gates, For those who are following far, yet near; When all shall meet at His glorious feet In the light and the love of His home so dear! Yes, "home to-night!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST CHILDREN by RANDALL JARRELL THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN MELANCHOLY; AN ODE by WILLIAM BROOME SISTERS IN ARMS by AUDRE LORDE A BOTANICAL TROPE by WILLIAM MEREDITH FOR MOHAMMED ZEID OF GAZA, AGE 15 by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL A BIRTHDAY GREETING TO MY FATHER, 1860 by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL |
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