The Lamplit Hour

Dusk—and the lights of home
Smile through the rain:
A thousand smiles for those that come
Homeward again.

What though the night be drear
With gloom and cold,
So that there be one voice to hear,
One hand to hold?

Here, by the winter fire,
Life is our own.
Here, out of murk and mire,
Here is our throne.

Then let the wild world throng
To pomp and power;
And let us fill with love and song
The lamplit hour.