The cottage homes of England/By thousands on her plains."
~ Felicia Hermans
The Little Home
The little house is not too small
To shelter friends who come to call.
Though low the roof and small its space
It holds the Lord's abounding grace,
And every simple room may be
Endowed with happy memory.
The little house, severely plain,
A wealth of beauty may contain.
Within it those who dwell may find
High faith which makes for peace of mind,
And that sweet understanding which
Can make the poorest cottage rich.
The little house can hold all things
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 delight
Which make the humblest dwelling bright.
~Edgar A Guest
To shelter friends who come to call.
Though low the roof and small its space
It holds the Lord's abounding grace,
And every simple room may be
Endowed with happy memory.
The little house, severely plain,
A wealth of beauty may contain.
Within it those who dwell may find
High faith which makes for peace of mind,
And that sweet understanding which
Can make the poorest cottage rich.
The little house can hold all things
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 delight
Which make the humblest dwelling bright.
~Edgar A Guest
19 comments:
You selected a wonderful photo to accompany this poem.
A wonderful poem...word picture of England. There really isn't anything like her , is there? Thanks fr or sharing that!
Cheers,
Ruth
Lovely.
Ann
Someday I would love to see the England of my dreams.
Precious poem!
Beautifully written to touch one's heart strings.
Lovely,
d
When I see your pictures like this one and read your poems, I can tell that you really, really miss your England. It will always be your England, you know, however long you've lived over there! I don't seem to be able to stay away for long. I cannot envisage ever not being able to walk along the lanes between the fields, enjoying the smell of honeysuckle on a balmy summer's day in England! To hear the little robins sing always fills my heart with joy.
I love my Tennessee mountain home, but my heart belongs in England.
How wonderful. Looks like the Cotswolds.
Di
X
This would make my mother swoon.
What a sweet, sweet verse!
if it was not for the tv ariel. It could have been a scene from Sense and sensibility
Your blog is also a wonderful place to call home. Every time I come over here I feel good and know it will be beautiful. Always.
Beautiful post!!
Drop by my blog at Friendshiptea.net to see my post from a couple of days ago. I highlighted English cottage memories from our travels. We love travel in England and staying in self-catering cottages.
That's really nice, Jo, I enjoyed it.
Oh Jo, I would just love to live in such a cottage. Love the poem too.
Wonderful post and photo !
I love the country side and villages in England the cottages are beautiful. I visited relatives about 6 years ago and thats the first thing we did drive to the country and toured the villages ! Have a wonderful day !
oh so lovely, I love your wonderful blog !!!
Oh I so love that poem! Little houses are the best. They are usually the ones that are filled with lots of love and laughter. Thank you for sharing!
Heather
What a lovely verse! Some day I would love to visit England and see it's lovely countryside instead of just enjoying beautiful pictures of it!
Jo, The cottages of England tug at my heart as does the poem. I'm such an Anglophile, but never have had the opportunity to go to England. Thank you for taking me there, if only for a moment.
Babs
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