"Home is where the heart is," said a knowing
One. But, oh, make sure the heart is placed
Aright—where there is room for broadcast sowing
Of much kindness and good cheer. Wide-spaced
Are all the mansions promised by the Master;
Fertile is the soil for garden plots
Of fragrant blooming and sound fruit. Disaster
Finds no threshold on these goodly lots.
Are you seeking such a home, my friend,
And does it seem there is no place for you?
Do not allow discouragement to send
You back to barren barracks without view.
The Saviour's promise stands; it is your part
To purify and open wide your heart.
