How shall we build it curiously well,

Our house to live and love in ? - Shall it be

Only significant to you and me,

Or shall it be a palace where may dwell

Those whom our spirits notice ? May we tell

An architect to loose his fancy free

To toss up towers in soaring ecstasy

With Doric dignity or temple bell ?

Or shall we build it with our hands, alone,

Working together over wood and stone

To learn an art we never knew, and strive,

Patient, to raise with faith and trust and love,

Fashioned so cunningly it must survive,

A secret cottage in a silent grove ?