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AT THE BEND OF THE ROAD, by            
First Line: I know a little white house that stands
Last Line: These visits they love to recall.
Subject(s): Home


I know a little white house that stands,
At the top of a lofty hill
And the road that leads to this lovely spot
In places, is grass-grown still.

The road winds upward past sentinel pines,
That guide the strangers the way,
As they near the house at the bend of the road,
Where they are welcome to stay.

This house has stood for two hundred years,
With its hand-carved posts and beams,
With rugged stone fireplaces in every room,
Just a wonderful place to dream.

In early evening in one large room,
Where the fire sends its ruddy glow,
Can be seen a happy family group,
All snug from the winter's snow.

There's peace and contentment on every face,
And this joy radiates to all,
Who visit the house at the bend of the road,
These visits they love to recall.





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