Poem, "The Little Houses" by Mary Alicia Owen. Clipping from magazine or journal. Printed. 3" x 3"
The Little Houses
I love the little houses
On a newly-opened street
Where rosy wives with a child or two
Their homing husbands greet.
Where toys are on the new front steps
And a baby cart chokes the hall,
Where velocipedes are the only cars
And like birds, the children call.
The little house is a house of hope
And of love and faith also,
There's busy hum in to all day long
And the hours like moments go.
The stately house has all achieved,
It is dull and weary too,
But the little house is aglow with dreams
That may, perchance, come true.
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Nomenclature 4.0
Nomenclature Primary Object Term
Poem
Nomenclature Sub-Class
Literary Works
Nomenclature Class
Documentary Objects
Nomenclature Category
Category 08: Communication Objects
LOC Thesaurus for Graphic Materials
Poetry
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The Little Houses by Mary Alicia Owen, St. Joseph Poets, Owen Sisters, Owen, Mary Alicia
