From the Grand Forks Daily Herald, June 29, 1915. By Yeoman Shield.
There’s a Something that maketh a palace
Out of four little walls and a prayer
A something that seeth a garden
In one little flower that is fair;
That tuneth two hearts to one purpose
And maketh one heart of two;
That smiles when the sky is a gray one
And smiles when the sky is blue.
Without it no garden hath fragrance,
Though it holdeth the wide world’s blooms;
Without it a palace a prison
With cells for banqueting rooms;
This Something that halloweth sorrow
And stealeth the sting from care;
This Something that maketh a palace
Out of our little walls and a prayer.