"e;Home"e; says the sweet voice, and warm Comfort rises,Holding my soul with velvet-fingered hands;Comfort of leafy lair and lapping fur,Soft couches, cushions, curtains, and the stirOf easy pleasures that the body prizes,Of soft, swift feet to serve the least commands. I shrink half rise and then it murmurs "e;Duty!"e;Again the past rolls out a scroll unfurled;Allegiance and long labor due my lordAllegiance in an idleness abhorred I am the squaw the slave the harem beauty I serve and serve, the handmaid of the world. My soul rebels but hark! a new note thrilling,Deep, deep, past finding I protest no more;The voice says "e;Love!"e; and all those ages dimStand glorified and justified in him;I bow I kneel the woman soul is willing "e;Love is the law. Be still! Obey! Adore!"e;And then ah, then! The deep voice murmurs "e;Mother!"e;And all life answers from the primal sea;A mingling of all lullabies; a peaceThat asks no understanding; the releaseOf nature's holiest power who seeks another?Home? Home is Mother Mother, Home to me. "e;Home!"e; says the deep voice; "e;Home and Easy Pleasure!Safety and Comfort, Laws of Life well kept!
