I'm hoping that someone may know of this poem that I found on the internet, at the following 2 pages (same website):
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To put it in context, it was on a Family History site and it was shown with a photograph of their centuries-old family home.
They stated that the author was unknown, and I've failed to find it in every other place that I've looked. It's sort of appropriate for a home where a family has lived for some years, but it would be nice to know where it comes from. Maybe it's just an "amateur effort" - certainly the second verse seems to be unfinished, or at least to need a bit of work.
Welcome. Come in, but listen well
This time-worn place has tales to tell
Of lives long lived, of warm hopes lost
Of half-completed bridges crossed
In every room the whispers come
As spirits sigh o'er works undone
If mouldered hands that made thy bed
Thy spoon, thy book are comforted
'Tis by thy laughter, and the care
For what they left for all to share
So share thy love, perhaps thou'll be
The one to grasp old Destiny
Note - there seem to have been a few typos in the original and I've amended them here.
If anyone knows anything about this, could you please let me know? Thanks.