Build for this little hour
A house where Love may sleep,
Some tranquil, fragrant bower.
A place where Grief may weep
Build for a little while,
In thine heart's hidden deep;
A place where Joy may smile
To make the hours fly fast,
And time and tears beguile.
Build not a house to last;
Perishes every flower
When Autumn once is past.
Build for this little hour.