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 ?