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Слушать(AI)The Little Home
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.
Edgar Albert Guest
Edgar Albert Guest (20 August 1881 – 5 August 1959) was a British-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and b
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