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...THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS NOT OURS THE VOWS by BERNARD BARTON ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN LILIES: 30. THE WHOLE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MARCELIA; A TRAGICOMEDY, SELECTION by FRANCES BOOTHBY |