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...SONG FOR THE LUDDITES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THREE BLIND MICE by MOTHER GOOSE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 10 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AT THE PLAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN FROST by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |