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Creator: Battersby, H. S. (Hannah S.), -1887?
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Worships his darling bride, No wonder if his manly heart, Swells with delighted pride: For does she not make home a shrine, Where love and duty vie To honour, through her peerless love, Their holy marriage tie? He daily leaves his happy home, Next heaven the holiest place, Strengthened by her sweet words and kiss, For action in life's race. And she through all her daily rounds, Thinks foremost of the one, Who no less now than years ago, Her steadfast love has won. God bless them in their happy home! God bless their children nine! And may they through a peaceful life, Ever in love combine, To aid and cheer each other here, And when this life is past, Be reunited in that life Which will for ever last.
The Emperor

THE EMPEROR, Part 1. By Georg Ebers Volume 4. CHAPTER XV. After the Emperor's body-slave had started up to go to the aid of Selene, who was attacked by his sovereign's dog, something had happened to him which he could not forget; he had received an impression which he could not wipe out, and words and tones had stirred his mind and soul which incessantly echoed in them, so that it was in a preoccupied and half- dreamy way that he had done his master those little services which he was accustomed to perform every morning, briskly and with complete attention. Summer and winter Mastor was accustomed to leave his master's bedroom before sunrise to prepare everything that Hadrian could need when he rose
Such homes of cheerful industry, Of order, thrift and care, Sweetly reflect on those whose minds, Their thrice blest precincts share. And since 'tis in the reach of most To make a home like this. What pity that e'en one refuse To win such priceless bliss. People there are who ceaseless moan, Their hard and cruel fate, Yet never see their course is wrong, Until alas! too late; To such the axiom I'd repeat, That 'tis God's righteous will, To help all those who help themselves, Life's duties to fulfil. 'Tis written upon every life With which we mingle here, And throughout nature's wide domain It also doth appear, That all unchanging are God's laws, Their consequences sure; That as we choose to sow we reap,