I rode till I reached the House of Wealth - 'Twas filled with Riot and blighted health. I rode till I reached the House of Love- 'Twas vocal with sighs beneath and above! I rode till I reached the House of Sin- There were shrieks and curses without and within. I rode till I reached the House of Toil- Its inmates had nothing to bake or boil. I rode in search of the House of Content But never could reach it, far as I went! The House of Quiet, for strong and weak And Poor and rich, I have still to seek- That House is narrow, and dark, and small- But the only Peaceful House of all! |