| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922. |
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| Our Little House |
| | | Thomas Walsh |
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| OUR little house upon the hill | |
| In winter time is strangely still; | |
| The roof tree, bare of leaves, stands high, | |
| A candelabrum for the sky, | |
| And down below the lamplights glow, | 5 |
| And ours makes answer o’er the snow. | |
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| Our little house upon the hill | |
| In summer time strange voices fill; | |
| With ceaseless rustle of the leaves, | |
| And birds that twitter in the eaves, | 10 |
| And all the vines entangled so | |
| The village lights no longer show. | |
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| Our little house upon the hill | |
| Is just the house of Jack and Jill, | |
| And whether showing or unseen, | 15 |
| Hid behind its leafy screen; | |
| There’s a star that points it out | |
| When the lamp lights are in doubt. | |
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