When day is done and I reach my gate,
I come to a realm where there is no hate,
For here, whatever my worth may be,
Are those who cling to their faith in me;
And with love on guard at my humble door,
I have all that the world has struggled for.
‘When Day is Done’ by Edgar Guest (1881-1959)
📷 Thatched Cottage, Lustleigh, Dartmoor National Park, Devon, England by Nigel Hicks.
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