The old House on the Hill
Has harbored many a fire, —
Keen heart and young desire, —
All silent now and still!

The old House on the Hill
Behind its sheltering walls
Held Joy that Hope recalls
And Love thaThearts fulfil.

The old House on the Hill
Surmounts the flying years,
Fit frame for smiles, or tears,
Strong shield for good or ill.

The old House on the Hill
Still harbors many a fire, —
New lives, but old desire —
Soon silent, too, and still!