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WHEN I went to live in the little house	A
That stands on the hilltop alone	B
What touched me most of all	C
Was neither roof nor wall	C
But the smooth worn face of its old threshold stone	B
For when I entered that little house	A
With its four rooms cool in the heat	D
And its windows clean and bright	E
There it lay new washed and white	E
With its tale of the coming and the going of feet	D
Then I lost count of time in that little house	A
And the world and its things all about	F
And I hearkened there alone	B
To the footfalls on that stone	B
Of the young coming in and the old going out	F
And the folk that had dwelt in that little house	A
They were mute spectre mute at my side	G
The young man strong and bold	H
And the grey man wise and old	H
And the little pinched woman and the new made bride	G
Oh often in haste to that little house	A
Came love in the night time alone	B
And dallied there a while	I
With a little wistful smile	I
And with feather weight feet on the old threshold stone	B
And men hurried home to that little house	A
When the round of the daytime was o'er	J
With its worry heat and noise	K
And kissed their girls and boys	K
And the patient little mothers that waited at the door	L
Though I dwell now no more in that little house	A
That stands on the hilltop alone	B
Yet this I got from it	M
This human story writ	M
On the smooth worn face of its old threshold stone	B
Though they take stone from stone in that little house	A
Making litter of all it has been	N
Yet they shall not destroy	O
All the grief all the joy	O
All the youth all the love that its threshold has seen	P

Roderic Quinn

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