Excerpt from Rhymes of Home Might be a rhyme about it to set upon this page. The house is not the Home; it is no more than a shell, and empty enough at times. Friendly chairs, a rug, a table, thumbed books, and some beloved picture - these are not Home, though the warmth and glow of Home, like reflected firelight, may flicker from them all. No, it cannot be defined; but this we do know: it is made up of sorrow as well as joy, and a multi tude of treasured every-days. And it bears some close relationship to children. For if the word Home does not conjure at once to your mind some wee face, some shrill welcoming shout, some clinging little fist, it is almost sure to stir up a scene from your own childhood. The rhymes brought to gether here have but one excuse for their wide variety - a spirit of home bade the writing of them all. And one thing I do know about Home, - it may be found wherever She is, to whom I dedicate this book! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.