DWELLING-PLACES 357 
“We bring from earth, sea, sky,” they seemed 
to say, 
“ Love’s richness and delight.” 
“For me?” I trembling cried. “Thou need’st 
not dread,” 
Sang heavenly voices sweet ; 
And unseen hands placed on my lowly head 
This crown, for angels meet. 
M., T. H. 
DWELLING-PLACES 
Wuezz is thy home, O little fair head, 
With thy sunny hair, on earth’s clouded way ? 
“On my lover’s breast ; and I take my rest, 
And I know no terror by night or day.” 
Where is thy home, O little fair heart, 
With thy joyous hopes in life’s shadows dim ? 
“In my lover’s heart ; and we never part, 
For he carries me round the world with him.” 
Where is thy home, O little fair soul, 
So brave ’mid the old world’s sorrow and care? 
“ My home is in heaven. To me ’t is given 
To win my lover to meet me there.” 
