The first sure symptoms of a mind in health, 
Is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home. 
Young. 
Nor need we power or splendour,— 
Wide hall or lordly dome ; 
The good, the true, the tender,— 
These form the wealth of home. 
Mrs. Hale. 
His warm but simple home, where he enjoys 
With her who shares his pleasure and his heart, 
Sweet converse. 
Cowper. 
Home is the sphere of harmony and peace, 
The spot where angels find a resting-place, 
When, bearing blessings, they descend to earth. 
Mrs. Hale. 
Home is the resort 
Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where, 
Supporting and supported, polished friends 
And dear relations mingle into bliss. 
Thomson. 
An angel always dwells beneath the roof 
Where, in her virtue, a sweet wife fulfils 
Her gentle duties; and unnumbered ills 
From that love-guarded precinct keep aloof. 
MacKellar. 
