Four weary years! How looks she now? What trace of time has touch'd the brow How is she changed since he was there Whose name upon her lips is worn- I know not if my mother's eyes Would find me changed in slighter things; I've wander'd beneath many skies, And tasted of some bitter springs; And many leaves, once fair and gay, From youth's full flower have dropp'd away But, as these looser leaves depart, The lessen'd flower gets near the core, And, when deserted quite, the heart Takes closer what was dear of yore And yearns to those who loved it first The sunshine and the dew by which its bud was nursed. Dear mother! dost thou love me yet? Am I remember'd in my home? When those I love for joy are met, Does some one wish that I would come? Thou dost-I am beloved of these! But, as the schoolboy numbers o'er And finds the stars he found before — As counts the miser aye his gold- Would I of thy fond love be told. My heart is full, mine eyes are wet Dear mother! dost thou love thy long-lost wanderer yet? Oh! when the hour to meet again Creeps on—and, speeding o'er the sea, Oh! if my heart break not with joy, The light of heaven will fairer seem; That we were parted thus for years- How will the days seem long and bright To meet thee always with the morn, And hear thy blessing every night Thy "dearest," thy "first-born!" And be no more, as now, in a strange land forlorn! Homes for the Friendless. [The inhabitants of the romantically beautiful town of Binghamton, on the Susquehannah, generously offered to give five hundred acres of land as a HOME FOR INEBRIATES, provided that the requisite funds were contributed to build and endow the Hospital and farms. As this most afflicting habit is, in many cases, a disease, wanting only seclusion in pure air, good counsel, industrial employment, and freedom from temptation; to effect a cure, the foundation of such a HOSPITAL seems a prominently important charity for our enlightened country. Perhaps it may not be amiss to suggest that, in assemblies where an appeal for contributions toward this object is to be made, the singing of the following hymn may assist in expressing the plea :]-HOME JOURNAL. WHEN God, to shield from cold and storm Gave trees to build and fire to warm, |