Home Lyrics

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LYRICS ***
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HOME LYRICS.
A Book of Poems.
BY
H. S. BATTERSBY.
VOLUME II.
PREFACE.

This second volume of HOME LYRICS has been published since the
death of the authoress, and in fulfilment of her last wishes, by her
children, and is by them dedicated to the memory of the dearest of
mothers, whose whole life was consecrated to their happiness and
welfare and who fully reciprocated her self-denial, devotion and love.
HER CHILDREN.
INDEX.

To the Memory of a Beloved Son who passed from Earth April 3rd,
1887
Birdies. For a Little Five Year Old
The Angel on War
In Memoriam

The Rink
A Binghampton Home
Mrs. Langtry as Miss Hardcastle in "She Stoops to Conquer"
The Shaker Girl
Ice Palace
The Fable of the Sphynx
Up, Sisters, Morn is Breaking
Oh! I Love the Free Air of the Grand Mountain Height
Sunrise
Love
To the Empress Eugenie on the Death of Her Son
Science
Christmas Morn
A Victim to Modern Inventions
It is but an Autumn Leaflet
Written on board the S. S. "Egypt," September 5th, 1884
Roberval. A Legend of Old France
The Brooklyn Catastrophe
The Naini Tal Catastrophe
To Our Polar Explorers

To the Inconstant
Thanksgiving
"Peace with Honour"
The New Year
Home
It is but a Faded Rosebud
Cleopatra's Needle
A Voice from St. George's Hall
To the Museum Committee, on opening Museums on Sundays
Only a Few Links Wanting
A Painful History
Self Denial
To a Faithful Dog
Flowers
A Welcome from Liverpool to the Queen
In Response to a Kind Gift of Flowers
Health
Ingratitude
Trees
To a Faithful Dog

Self Discipline
The Centenary of a Hero
Springbank
Recollections of Fontainebleau
The Tunbridge Wells Flower Show
HOME LYRICS.
TO THE MEMORY OF A BELOVED SON WHO PASSED FROM
EARTH, APRIL 3rd, 1887.
I would gaze down the vista of past years,
In fancy see to-night,
A
loved one passed from sight,
But whose blest memory my spirit
cheers.
Shrined in the sacred temple of my soul,
He seems again to live,

And fond affection give,
His mother's heart comfort and console.
Perception of the beautiful and bright,
In nature and in art,
Evolved
from his true heart
Perpetual beams like sunshine's cheering light.
A simple unsophisticated life,
With faith in action strong,
And
perseverance long,
Made all he did with vigorous purpose rife.
Responsive to sweet sympathy's kind claim,
His quick impulsive
heart
Loved to take active part
In mirthful joy or sorrowing grief
and pain.
His manly face would glow with honest glee.
As with parental pride,

Which he ne'er sought to hide,
He fondly gazed on his loved
family.
For them he crowned with industry his days;
Ever they were to him


The sweetest, holiest hymn
Of his heart's jubilant, exultant praise.
And Oh, the tender pity of his eye.
The gentle touch and word,

When his fond heart was stirred
To practical display of sympathy.
His true affection, manners gently gay,
The kiss that seems e'en now

Warm on my lips and brow,
Are memories that ne'er can pass
away.
Naught can e'er lessen the fond hope that we
May, one day, meet
above
With all we dearly love,
To live again in blissful unity.

BIRDIES. FOR A LITTLE FIVE YEAR OLD.
A tender birdie mother sat
In her soft nest one day,
Teaching her
little fledglings, three,
To gambol, sing, and play.
Dear little brood, the mother said,
'Tis time for you to fly
From
branch to branch, from tree to tree,
And see the bright blue sky.
Chirrup, the eldest, quick replied,
O yes, sweet mother mine,
We'll
be so glad to hop about,
And see the bright sunshine.
Twitter and Downy also said,
We, too, shall happy be,
To bask
within the sun's warm rays,
And