It is just a little cottage
That is thatched with yellow straw,
And it nestles in the hollow by the lane
And a wisp of smoke climbs slowly
To the trees where black rooks caw,
And peacefulness and joy together reign.
There the flowers of love can flourish
And the weeds of hatred die,
And gentle tongues speak peace to woe and pain;
Where the dirt of life goes twisting
With the smoke into the sky,
And where Christ Himself has come to earth again !
Weekly Times 19.5.61