Home

The greatest words are always solitaires,          Set singly in one syllable; like birth,          Life, love, hope, peace.    I sing the worth     Of that dear word toward which the whole world fares -         I sing of home.     To make a home, we should take all of love          And much of labour, patience, and keen joy;          Then mix the elements of earth's alloy     With finer things drawn from the realms above,         The spirit home.     There should be music, melody and song;          Beauty in every spot; an open door          And generous sharing of the pleasure store     With fellow-pilgrims as they pass along,         Seeking for home.     Make ample room for silent friends - the books,          That give so much and only ask for space.          Nor let Utility crowd out the vase     Which has no use save gracing by its looks         The precious home.     To narrow bounds let mirrors lend their aid          And multiply each gracious touch of art;          And let the casual stranger feel the part -     The great creative part - that love has played         Within the home.     Here bring your best in thought