So long as there are homes to which men turn

At close of day;

So long as there are homes where children are,

Where women stay-

If love and loyalty and faith be found

Across those sills-

A stricken nation can recover from

Its gravest ills.

So long as there are homes where fires burn

And there is bread;

So long as there are homes where lamps are lit

And prayers are said;

Although people falter through the dark-

And nations grope-

With God himself back of these little homes-

We have sure hope.

by Grace Nowell Crowell