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There is a diamond might bum , Alike for each and all , O woe betide the ones that spurn That spark in hut or hall ; For it warms the heart , awakes the eye , 'Tis radiant ev ' ry where , And cold the home , however high , If that lustre be not there !
Then O to make all voices wake , In one accordant quire , To sing the hearth—the warm bright hearth , The homefelt , household fire ! That diamond spark , that bids the dark Of moral evils flee—That can impart , to ev ' ry heart , The thrill of sympathy .
Proud man , put by your pageantry , Your mitres * sceptres , seals , And look on wide humanity——Each breathing atom feels . Behold the universal beam , That daily burns on high : Behold the thousand stars that stream
. Along the orb-lit sky : O spread a glow as bright on earth , Which all alike require ; O kindle upon ev ' ry hearth , Sweet home ' s own household fire !
That diamond spark that bids the dark Of vice and woe depart—That , like the'sun , warms ev ' ry one , Who wears a human heart . Be broken batons—sceptres cast Into one general fire ; Let all the follies of the past , In one wide blaze expire . Give each the culture humankind
Should ev ' rywhere command , — The throbbing heart , the thinking mind , The active foot and hand . Not gaudy domes , but happy home * , Bid men to truth aspire : Let altars fall , above them all
I hold the household fire ! That diamond glow , that all might know , If men were wise , were free , To turn from kings and courtly things , And raise humanity ! M . L . G .
THE TRUE DIAMOND .