THE HOUSE UPON THE HILL

As the aroma of the spring flowers bloom,
The warmth of the summer sun arises;
There is a restless, fiery feeling that fills the room
Of the house that sits upon the hill, enriched with prizes,
That all are to share. Its occupants, aloft with wonder,
Stroll through the corridors of its shadowy hills,
There to enjoy the jewels of love, to sit and ponder
The needs of achievement that success so often recalls;
These are nothing at all without the closeness, the everlasting spirit
Of that love they hold true, that which is the unity of two people
Within the confines of marriage at the foot of Love's altar.
Forever to be mindful that they are everlasting beneath His steeple.

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