Home Is Like The Ship At Sea,

The Universe, He Observed, Makes Rather An Indifferent Parent, I Am Afraid.

Around And Around The House The Leaves Fall Thick, But Never Fast, For They Come Circling Down With A Dead Lightness That Is Sombre And Slow.

Home Is A Name, A Word, It Is A Strong One.

There Is A Wisdom Of The Head, And A Wisdom Of The Heart.

He Was By No Means Opposed To Hard Labour On Principle, For He Would Work Away At A Cricket-match By The Day Together, - Running, And Catching, And Batting, And Bowling, And Revelling In Toil Which Would Exhaust A Galley-slave.