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I learnedat leastwhat Home could be
How ignorant I had been
Of pretty ways of Covenant
How awkward at the Hymn
Round our new Firesidebut for this
This patternof the Way
Whose Memory drowns me, like the Dip
Of a Celestial Sea
What Mornings in our Gardenguessed
What Beesfor usto hum
With only Birds to interrupt
The Ripple of our Theme
And Task for Both
When Play be done
Your Problemof the Brain
And minesome foolisher effect
A Ruffleor a Tune
The AfternoonsTogether spent
And Twilightin the Lanes
Some ministry to poorer lives
Seen poorestthro' our gains
And then Returnand Nightand Home
And then away to You to pass
A newdivinercare
Till Sunrise take us back to Scene
TransmutedVivider
This seems a Home
And Home is not
But what that Place could be
Afflicts meas a Setting Sun
Where Dawnknows how to be