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MATTIE A. CROOKER

"Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it."—Psalms 127:1.

I fashioned once a little house,
And hedged it round with flowers;
Then sat me down in great content
To spend the happy hours.

But as I planned, I knew not why,
The days grew somber gray—
Content had left the little house,
And peace had flown away.

I then began to serve in truth,
Nor sought false sense to please
In house built but by human hands
And planned for human ease;

But, far or near, where'er was pain,
I helped to work with those
Who had the eyes to see the real—
And found a sweet repose.

For God doth bless when sense is lost
And heeded is the call
To find the house the Lord hath built,
Which shall nor change nor fall.

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