A HOUSE OR A HOME
The walls of a house may be builded of wood,
Its foundations of brick or of stone;
But a genuine home is an exquisite thing
For its builded of heartthrobs alone.
The price of a house may be reckoned at once,
And paid with a handful of gold;
But the price of a home very few can compute,
And that price they have never yet told.
The rooms of a house may be stately and grand,
Their adornment a triumph of art;
But beauty of home is the final result
Of toil of an unselfish heart.
A house may be burned, may be sold or exchanged,
Nor the loss of one's peace interfere;
But the loss of a home--how it crushes the heart!
For our homes we all love and revere.
Of houses a man may possess many scores,
Yet his poverty lead to despair;
But an honorable man, in a home of his own,
Must be counted a true millionaire.
J.H. Sykes
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