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Show BUILDING A HOME ' . ' . . . - '; ". ' . . By. Fdgar A. Guest . . , Building a homo! Well, "I reckon that's fun Because It's a Job you'never get. done; For "after the plahnin an' 'worry an' fuss 1 '. " An' the contractor's quit aV you clean ujv the muss, ' " ' An' the' building is finished from cellar cel-lar to dome ' " "'" - you've got-"to get' busy, and make it a home.' J ;'' -" Home must be built out of laughter and tears, : .- - ' It's got to be aged by the passing of years ;- It's got to be perfumed by memories sweet -. . An' carelessly raced through by glad little feet. An' though mother may fret some when company calls, - There's got to be thumb marks all over the walls. It's a Job yoa can't hurry or do to a plan Home Isn't built to the whim of a man. The Lord takes a hand long before you are through In building and shaping the dwelling for you; He comes to a place that is faded and worn, An' It glows as the room where the baby was born. You may guard it from danger as much as you will, But sorrow and grief shall come into it still; An' you shall discover when weepin' is o'er, The old home is dearer to you than before; be-fore; There shall linger about it the memories mem-ories rare Of the wonderful spirit that used to be there. Building a home ! Well, I reckon that's fun, Because it's a Job that you never get done. Each day brings Its changes of gladness glad-ness or woe. 'Till dearer an' dearer to you it must grow. So fill it with lovin' an' laughter an' tears Until as the home of your soul it ap-jx'ars. |