Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878 — National… (1878)
“ Home is the haven to which, after all the storms and vexations of life, we return with the added conviction, that if happiness be anywhere resident on earth, it is only to be found within its still retreats, where vice and folly stand aloof, and when the soul, uncontaminated by its passage through the world, can prepare in peace, and in the sunshine of domestic love, for that not dreaded hour when the frame it now inhabits shall mingle with its parent dust."—Drake's "Winter Nights." ”
