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THE HOME-COMING
There's an old home down by the
river's brim
That is full of memories,
Of happy days spent in childhood there,
In bygone days, how wondrous fair
Are those memories, still to me.

'Twas a winding road that led you
there,
Midst fields that were green and gold,
Like a beautiful Garden of Eden, plant-
ed there
In those beautiful days of old.

Throw open wide the gates of home
To those who return once more,
Back to each old familiar place,
To the scenes they loved, to each kindly
face
That they knew in days of yore.

Throw open wide to them your hearts,
Bid them a welcome true,
That each may feel, as you grasp his
hand.
That nowhere else, in this broad, fair
land
Can compare with the home he knew.

In the olden days, youths' golden days,
That to them can never fade,
Let every welcome to them recall
A pleasant memory, that one and all
May remember the new friends made,

For the home call comes from the far
away,
With its recollections dear,
So let your welcome ever be
To them a golden memory
Of love, good-will and cheer.

CHARLES E. PEGLEY
Windsor, August 7, 1923.