A sweet little poem

Card from my personal collection of antique cards

Recently, while sorting through some file folders, I came upon this poem, which I or one of my daughters (I can't remember, as it was so long ago) had typed out after finding it in an old book.  I love this poem, although it is a bit different in style;  I like the picture it portrays.  Notice too (or maybe this is only my imagination) that the poem sort of forms the shape of a cottage.

SONGS OF A GIRL

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Within the little house

Of my great love for you,

This safe and happy house,

I sit and sing, while all the world goes by,

Within the house that is my love for you

No harm can come, nor any thought of fear;

There is no danger that can cross the threshold.

You did not build this house

Nor I; 

But God the Carpenter ---

-- Mary Carolyn Davies

Unusual, but I have always liked this since finding it years ago in a a very old literature textbook.  Of course we realize that true security is found only in God and His love, but human love is a gift from Him as well.  I think the poem is acknowledging that fact in the last few lines.