The little house is not too
To shelter friends who come to call.
Though low the roof and small its
It holds the Lord's abounding grace,
And every simple room may
Endowed with happy memory.
The little house, severly plain,
A wealth of beauty may contain.
Within it those who dwell may
High faith which makes for peace of mind,
And that sweet understanding
Can make the poorest cottage rich.
The little house can hold all
From which the soul's contentment springs.'Tis not too small for love to grow,
For all the joys that mortals know,
For mirth and song and that
Which make the humblest dwelling bright.
