Here is a little world where children play,
And just a few red roses greet July,
Above it smiles God's stretch of summer sky;
Here laughter rings to mark the close of day,
There is no greater splendor far away.
Here slumber comes with her dream supply.
And friendship visits as the days go by.
Here love and faith keep bitterness at bay.
Should up this walk come wealth or smiling fame.
Some little treasures might be added hers
but life itself would still remain the same.
Love is no sweeter in a larger sphere.
This little world of ours wherein we live
Holds now the richest joys which life can give.