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"And she answered, I dwell among mine own people." 2 Kings, iv. 13.

"I dwell among mine own"—Oh! happy thou! Not for the sunny clusters of the vine, Nor for the olives on the mountain's brow; Nor the flocks wandering by the flowery line Of streams, that make the green land where they shine Laugh to the light of waters—not for these, Nor the soft shadow of ancestral trees, Whose kindly whisper floats o'er thee and thine— Oh! not for these I call thee richly blest, But for the meekness of thy woman's breast, Where that sweet depth of still contentment lies; And for thy holy household love, which clings Unto all ancient and familiar things, Weaving from each some link for home's dear charities.