O TO have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heapd-up sods upon the
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
filled with shining delph,
Speckled with white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor;
And fixing on their shelf
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed loth to leave
ticking clock and the shining delph!
Och! but Im weary of mist and dark,
And roads where theres never a house or bush,
tired I am of bog and road
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!
And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little housea
house of my own
Out of the winds and the rains way.
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