Excerpt from "Better Than Gold"
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Excerpt from "Better Than Gold" by Father Ryan
Better than gold is a peaceful home,
Where all the fire-side charities come—
The shrine of love, the heaven of life,
Hallowed by mother, or sister, or wife.
However humble the home may be,
Or tried with sorrow by Heaven's decree,
The blessings that never were bought or sold,
And center there, are better than gold.
To Make a House
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To Make a House by Annette Wynne
They cut a piece of the world outside
And put it inside doors,
And covered up the sky with roofs
And spread the ground with floors.
Song for a Little House
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Song for a Little House by Christopher Morley
I'm glad our house is a little house,
Not too tall nor too wide:
I'm glad the hovering butterflies
Feel free to come inside.
Our little house is a friendly house.
It is not shy or vain;
It gossips with the talking trees,
And makes friends with the rain.
And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green
Against our whited walls,
And in the phlox, the courteous bees
Are paying duty calls.
Oh Erin, My Home
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Oh Erin, My Home by Florence Kellett
Oh Erin, my home,
I am coming to thee,
Across desert and mountain
And river and sea.
To the dear little cabin
The place I was born
Mid the wave of the rye
And the gleam of the corn.
Near the wild rugged mountain,
Where the heather grows free,
And the wild rose unfettered
Creeps down to the sea.
Oh land of the gray mist,
Of sunshine and rain,
In thy rapturous beauty
I see thee again.
Oh, the breath of the bog land,
And the smell of the peat,
And the flowers all gleaming
Like stars at my feet.
Soon, soon, I'll be with you,
Then, never to part,
I shall dream my last dream
In the land of my heart.
What a home for a wanderer
When the storms are past,
In the green isle of Erin
There'll be rest at the last.
A Warm House and a Ruddy Fire
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A Warm House and a Ruddy Fire by Edgar A. Guest
A warm house and a ruddy fire,
To what more can man aspire?
Eyes that shine with love aglow,
Is there more for man to know?
Whether home be rich or poor,
If contentment mark the door
He who finds it good to live
Has the best that life can give.
This the end of mortal strife!
Peace at night to sweeten life,
Rest when mind and body tire,
At contentment's ruddy fire.
Rooms where merry songs are sung,
Happy old and glorious young;
These, if perfect peace be known,
Both the rich and poor must own.
A warm house and a ruddy fire,
These the goals of all desire,
These the dream of every man
Since God spoke and life began.