LOVE'S HOUSE

By Frederic Manning

Build for this little hour

A house where Love may sleep,

Some tranquil, fragrant bower.

A place where Grief may weep

Build for a little while,

In thine heart's hidden deep;

A place where Joy may smile

To make the hours fly fast,

And time and tears beguile.

Build not a house to last;

Perishes every flower

When Autumn once is past.

Build for this little hour.