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Home and Love

 
Just Home and Love the words are small
Four little letters into each;
And yet you will not find in all
The wide and gracious range of speech
To more so tenderly complete:
When angels talk in heaven above, 
I'm sure they have no words more sweet
Than Home and Love.

Just Home and Love! It's hard to guess
Which of the two were best to gain;
Home without Love is bitterness, 
Love without home is often pain.
No! each alone will seldom do
Somehow they travel hand and glove;
If you win one you must have two, 
Both Home and Love. 

And if you've both, well than I'm sure 
You ought to sing the whole day long;
It doesn't matter if you're poor 
With these to make divine your song.
And so I praisefullly repeat, 
When angels talk in heaven above;
There are no words more simply sweet,
There are no words more simply sweet, 
Than Home and Love. 


                     By Robert William Service


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