The Poetry Corner

Welcome Home

By Nora Pembroke (Margaret Moran Dixon McDougall)

You are coming home with the breath of spring Flying home to a love-lined nest, Most loving care hath made it fair Your hands will do the rest And the bridal robe you have laid aside And the vail all of lacy foam, The maiden's wed, the tour is sped So welcome, welcome home The past is laid by with the bridal wreath The bride has come home a wife, And now we pray that blessings may Crown all your wedded life What shall be the blessing, my dearest dear, When it's all that we have to give? That peace and love, from God above, Be yours while ye both shall live. That high love that makes of the wife a queen, Of a cottage a palace home, The coarse web fine, life's water wine, The fire-side chair a throne. Love that drops like dew from heaven to fill With all blessing your earthly cup; That draws you nigh to Him Most High, Bidding your souls look up Unto Him who has ordered all your lot, To the Hand that will give the best, That bids you come up to His home To be His wedding guest.