Give me a quiet road to take
Where roses deign to grow.
Where sunbeams fall, and robins wake,
And trees their shadows throw.
Give me a little place to try
To do my human part,
And make my work as days go by
A picture of my heart.
Give me a hearth where I may be
When twilight shrouds the West,
With dear ones there to sit with me,
And you may have the rest.