There is comfort in old houses, Like a mother's arm, or a friend's kind words. There is joy in time-scarred timbers, In slated roofs and weathered boards. (I am one with an old house: I am one with its pains and joys: An old house shared the travail of my mother. An old house shared my baby toys.) Old houses have a blessed look, That is one with God's great plan. Old houses have a tenderness, From the baby's crawl to the stride of the man. (I am one with an old house, I am one with its kind embrace An old house shared my mother's love An old house knew my mother's lovely face.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MASTER'S TOUCH by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DELIRIUM by WILLIAM COWPER CROTALUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH |