With loved ones at your side, To sweet melodious music's strain, Like fairies graceful glide. * * * * * A BINGHAMPTON HOME. A lovely, happy, peaceful home, Within the fond embrace Of circling mountains and a stream Of calm meandering grace. The Susquehanna's limpid flow, With the Chunango strove, And at their mild contention formed The lovely sylvan grove. Nature smiled sweetly all around This homestead glad and bright, Which seemed peculiarly endowed With heaven's blent rainbow light. So danced its colours through that home, As if they sought to prove Their harmony with the glad hearts That formed this shrine of love. A tender wife refined and pure, A husband brave and true Ruled o'er this shrine of happiness, And darling children two. Blossy, a dark-eyed, happy girl, Whom fourteen years have seen, Blooming in gentle maidenhood, As fair as e'er was seen. And then a darling child of four, Like a fair beam of light, The household flower, who filled the home With perfume and delight. Nice Annie, a fair, dimpled girl, Who with untiring care