My house is little, but warm enough When the skies of Sorrow are snowing; It holds me safe from the tempest rough, When the winds of Despair are blowing. Its rafters come from the woods of Praise, Its walls from the quarry of Prayer, And not one echo, on stormy days, Can trouble the stillness there. The floor is bare, but the joists are strong With Faith from the heavenly hill; My lamp is Love, and the whole year long It burns unquenchable still. With sweet Content is my hearth well lit, And there, in the darkest weather, Hope and I by the fire can sit, And sing, and keep house together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON A CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SOMETHING BEYOND by MARY CLEMMER AMES HUDSON CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN THE CUMBERLAND by HERMAN MELVILLE SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR |