Old Folks at Home

They love the places where they wandered
When they were young;
They love the books they’ve often pondered,
They love the tunes they’ve sung.

The easy-chair, so soft and dozy,
Is their delight;
The ample slippers, warm and cozy,
And the dear old bed at night.

CHORUS.

Near their hearth-stones, warm and cheery,
Where, by night or day,
They’re free to rest when they are weary,
There the old folks love to stay.

L. M. C.