I remember a house where all were good br To me, God knows, deserving no such thing: br Comforting smell breathed at very entering, br Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood. br That cordial air made those kind people a hood br All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing br Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring: br Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should. br br Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales, br All the air things wear that build this world of Wales; br Only the inmate does not correspond: br God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales, br Complete thy creature dear O where it fails, br Being mighty a master, being a father and fond.