A lighted fire upon the hearth at evening Can make a room a warm and cozy place Where hearts may lay aside familiar grieving And in the flames behold a well loved face. For lighted fires are made to reawaken The dreams that lie deep in the lonely breast ... The wistful heart recalling roads not taken ... The happy heart inducing peace and rest. So lay the fire and light the pitchy splinter; Start the flame and bring the rhythmic spell That captures memory, drives away the winter. A lighted fire will warm the heart as well. |