Classic Poem

Oh, fierce is the heat,
And weary is the street,
And all day long
It is work, work, work!
But farewell work
For love and a song,
When twilight's come
And the heart turns home.
Oh, the nest for the bird,
And the hive for the bee,
And home, home, home
For my dearies and me!

Oh, care flies far
From the twilight star;
And the long, kind night
It is love, love, love!
And warm breathes love,
Breathes low, breathes light,
O'er the small, kissed faces
In their pillowed places.
Oh, the nest for the bird [,]
And the hive for the bee,
And home, home, home
For my dearies and me!