Show THE WORKING MANS MAN'S HOUSE W We turned Into a side street where he said L ved men who have to earn their daily dally bread Houses for working men he muttered low Alike as nine pins s standing In a row Suppose said I chance placed us h here re to dwell What story would our little cottage tell 1 These places seem alike but closer look One may may read houses as he re reads ds a book This one Is kept by one who has no care Beyond his food and drink and clothes to wear But love lo of beauty in In the next Is seen A weary man and woman keep It clean Despite their care they give their twilight hour hours To trailing roses and a bed of ot flowers The pace is small email but lovely to the eyes Io For or beauty Is not me measured by its size Wherever chance may Y throw fine souls to dwell They'll find a a. way their ther finer thoughts to tell 1 So with their houses Sordid people make A place which Joy and loveliness forsake Fine men and women through their toll toil and care Express their love of ot beauty everywhere Tie from the soul that blossoms gentle grace And not from ease or wealth or pomp or place Copyright 1 1925 25 Edgar A A. Guest |