GOD SEND us a little home, To come back to, when we roam. Low walls and fluted tiles, Wide windows, a view for miles. Red firelight and deep chairs, Small white beds upstairs -- Great talk in little nooks, Dim colors, rows of books. One picture on each wall, Not many things at all. God send us a little ground, Tall trees stand round. Homely flowers in brown sod, Overhead, thy stars, O God. God bless thee, when winds blow, Our home, and all we know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY by WALT WHITMAN TO A WESTERN BOY by WALT WHITMAN MY JEWEL CASE by BESSE BURNETT BELL ON A PRESSED FLOWER IN MY CPOY OF KEATS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE BILL AND THE SUPE (A MINING CAMP BALLAD) by BERTON BRALEY ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. NOT OF MYSELF by EDWARD CARPENTER |