The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
The House of the Broken-heartedDuncan Campbell Scott (18621947)
I
Wherever its walls may rise,
Where the meadows are adreaming,
Under the open skies,
Where at ebb the great world lies,
Dim as a sea uncharted,
Round the house of sorrow,
The house of the broken-hearted.
Where the world flows deep and strong,
Where the coldest thing is pity,
Where the heart wears out ere long,
Where the plough-share of wrath and of wrong
Trenches a ragged furrow,
Round the house of the broken-hearted,
The house of sorrow.
The tenant that holds the lease,
Or fancies him grieving and pleading
For the thing which it calls peace,
There has come what shall never cease
Till there shall come no morrow
To the house of the broken-hearted,
The house of sorrow.
It is so sure and deep,
And there, in the guise of a shepherd,
God doth him keep;
He leads His belovèd sheep
To fold, when the day is departed,
In the house of sorrow,
The house of the broken-hearted.