LOVE'S HOUSE
Build for this little hour A house where Love may sleep, Some tranquil, fragrant bower.
A place where Grief may weep Build for a little while, In thine heart's hidden deep;
A place where Joy may smile To make the hours fly fast, And time and tears beguile.
Build not a house to last; Perishes every flower When Autumn once is past.
Build for this little hour.