Blanche Edith Baughan,
Poems From the Port Hills — Beauty for Ashes
(1923)
“ O, is it to a stranger, or my heart’s old home?” “Never an hour of all the days of the seven years,” I said, “That the door has not been wide for you, and a full meal spread. Horror, Rebellion, and Despair have beggar’d me, ’tis true, But my heart’s hearth has kept, see, ever ablaze for you!” ”
