SOME love the glow of outward show, Some love mere wealth and try to win it; The house to me may lowly be, If I but like the people in it. What's all the gold that glitters cold, When linked to hard or haughty feeling? Whate'er we're told, the noble gold Is truth of heart and manly dealing. Then let them seek, whose minds are weak, Mere fashion's smile and try to win it; The house to me may lowly be, If I but like the people in it. A lowly roof may give us proof That lowly flowers are often fairest; And trees whose bark is hard and dark May yield us fruit and bloom the rarest. There's worth as sure 'neath garments poor As e'er adorned a loftier station; And minds as just as those, we trust, Whose claim is but of wealth's creation. Then let them seek, whose minds are weak, Mere fashion's smile, and try to win it: The house to me may lowly be, If I but like the people in it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG A WINTER PIECE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW RID OF HIS ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE SECOND SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) WHY DISTRICT SCHOOL USED TO KEEP IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |