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Yes, there is
holy pleasure in thine eye!
- The lovely cottage in
the guardian nook
Hath stirred thee deeply; with its
own dear brook,
Its own small pasture, almost its own
sky!
But covet not the abode -O do not sigh
As
many do, repining while they look;
Intruders who
would tear from Nature's book
This precious leaf with
harsh impiety:
- Think what the home would be if it
were thine,
Even thine, though few thy wants! -Roof,
window, door,
The very flowers are sacred to the
Poor,
The roses to the porch which they entwine:
Yea, all that now enchants thee, from the day
On
which it should be touched would melt away!
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