GEORGE MACKAY BROWN
To the Tibetan Refugees
May the house be firmly founded
And I hope there's a well,
Ever springing, near the door.
There should be a fire for cold nights
And a clear window, too,
To see the stars snapping silver fingers!
I imagine a cupboard
With bread and cheese and fruit in it,
So that a lost traveller may eat too.
A good bed, chairs, a table,
A jar with flowers and a book.
And may the angels of mountains and of snow
Bend perpetually over that good house.
One with a house beside a cold Northern sea.)
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