O KINDLY house, where time my soul endows With courage, hope, and patience manifold How shall my debt of love to thee be told, Since first I heard the sweet-voiced robins rouse The morn among thy ancient apple-boughs? Here was I nourished on the truths of old, Here taught against new times to make me bold, Memory and hope thy door-posts, O dear house! Heaven's blessing rested on thy dark-gray roof, And clasped thy children, age to lapsing age, Birth and the grave thy tale till time's release; Poverty did not hold from thee aloof; Of lowly good thou wast the hermitage; Now falls the evening light. God give thee peace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER PARTING by SARA TEASDALE IF by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER THE SURF by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS EPIPHANIE CAROL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |