They used to gather around the fire
While someone would read aloud,
But whether at study or work or play
'Twas a loving and merry crowd.
And now they are two that gather there
At evening to read or sew,
And it seems almost too much to bear
When they think of the long ago.
Ah, well-ah, well, 'tis the way of the world!
Children stay but a little while
And then into other scenes are whirled,
Where other homes beguile;
But it matters not how far they roam
Their hearts are fond and true,
And there's never a home like the dear old home
Where the table is set for two.
-A.E.K.
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