HOMESTEAD

I moved into the light,And suddenly I sawThat house was mine(I was the cherished heir)—The house not made with hands,Gift from my Father and my Mother;I take it everywhere.

At first I looked for stone,For wood, for glass, for brick,For chimney, and for walls—How high, how strong, how thick—Until I grasped the truth,And the divine bequestCame clear to me. And thenI understood the rest.

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