Where two will toil together to make their human nest
Withstand life's windy weather and be a place of rest.
A center of affection where children love and learn
And find in retrospection the truths to which they turn.
A bond of interweaving, the all that touches each;
A trust, a true believing in everybody's reach.
A spell that's cast forever upon the ones who roam,
For time and space can't sever the memory of a home.
by Margaret Rorke
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