Carols of an Old CodgerThe red-roofed house of dream designLooks three ways on the sea;
For fifty years I've made it mine,And held it part of me.
The pines I planted in my youthTriumpantly are tall . . .
Yet now I know with sorry soothI have to leave it all.Hard-hewn from out the living rockAnd salty from the tide,
My house has braved the tempest shockWith hardihood and pride.
Each nook is memoried to me;I've loved its every stone,
And cried to it exultantly:"My own, my very own!"Poor fool! To think that I possess.I have but cannot hold;
And all that's mine is less and lessMy own as I grow old.
My home shall ring with childish cheersWhen I shall leave it lone;
My house will bide a hundred yearsWhen I am in the bone.Alas! No thing can be my own:At most a life-long lease
Is all I hold, a little loanFrom Time, that soon will cease.
For now by faint and failing breathI feel that I must go . . .
Old House! You've never known a death,--Well, now's your hour to know.
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