text:  How pleasantly the humble homestead stood Down the green lane by sheltering Shirley Wood! How sweet the wafting of the evening breeze In spring-time from his two old cherry-trees Sheeted with blossom! And in hot July From the brown moor-track shadowless and dry How grateful the cool covert to regain Of his own _avenue_--that shady lane With the white cottage in a slanting glow Of sunset glory gleaming bright below And jasmine porch his rustic portico! With what a thankful gladness in his face (Silent heart-homage--plant of special grace!) At the lane's entrance slackening oft his pace Would Ambrose send a loving look before; Conceiting the caged blackbird at the door The very blackbird strain'd its little throat In welcome with a more rejoicing note; And honest Tinker! dog of doubtful breed All bristle back and tail but "good at need " Pleasant his greeting to the accustomed ear; But of all welcomes pleasantest most dear The ringing voices like sweet silver bells Of his two little ones