OUR LITTLE HOUSE.
Our little house upon the hill In winter timo is strangely still; The roof tree, bare of leaves, stands high, A candelabrum for the sky, . And down below the lamplights glow, And ours makes answer o'er the snow. 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, And all the vines entangled so The village lights no longer show. Our little house upon the hill • Is just the house of Jack and Jill, And whether showing or unseen, Hid behind its leafy screen; ’ There’s a star that noints it out When the lamp lights are in doubt. —Thomas Walsh.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 16260, 29 October 1920, Page 9
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117OUR LITTLE HOUSE. Star (Christchurch), Issue 16260, 29 October 1920, Page 9
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