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First Line: My house is little, but warm enough
Last Line: And sing, and keep house together.
Subject(s): Contentment; Houses


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.





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