I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --

I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --
How ignorant I had been
Of pretty ways of Covenant --
How awkward at the Plan[^a1]the Hymn

[^a1: the Plan | the Plan]

Round our new Fireside -- but for this --
This pattern -- of the Way --
Whose Memory drowns me, like the Dip
Of a Celestial Sea --

What Mornings in our Garden -- guessed --
What Bees -- for us -- to hum --
With only Bloom[^a2]Birds to interrupt
The Ripple of our Theme --

[^a2: Bloom | Bloom]

And Task for Both --
When Play be done --
Your labor[^a3]Problem -- of the Brain --
And mine -- some foolisher effect --
A Thimble[^a4]Ruffle -- or a Tune --

[^a3: labor | labor]

[^a4: Thimble | Thimble]

The Afternoons -- Together spent --
And Twilight -- in the Lanes --
Some ministry to poorer lives --
Seen poorest -- thro' our gains --

And then Return -- and Trust[^a5]Night -- and Home --

[^a5: Trust | Trust]

And then away to You to pass --
A new -- diviner -- care --
Till Sunrise call --[^a6]take us back to Scene --
Transmuted -- Vivider --

[^a6: call -- | call --]

This seems a Home --
And Home is not --
But what that Place could be --
Afflicts me -- as a Setting Sun --
Where Dawn -- knows how to be --