Classic Poem

Inward, and observe thy breast!
There alone dwells solid rest;
To thyself a tenant be,
And inhabit safe and free.

Say not that this house is small,
Girt up in a narrow wall:
In a cleanly, sober mind
Heaven itself full room doth find.

Here in this sweet privacy
May'st thou with thyself agree;
Here content make thy abode
With thyself and with thy God.

Home is everywhere to thee,
Who canst thine own dwelling be;
Yea, though ruthless death assail,
Still thy lodging shall not fail.

Still thy soul's thine own; and she
To an house removed shall be,—
An eternal house above,
Walled and roofed and paved with love.