Be it ever so humble-Rye farm, Hills,Minnesota

Thomas Hood wrote as follows:

"I remember, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn:

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day;

But now, I often wish the night

Has borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember,

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from heaven

Then when I was a boy"

Verses three and four were omitted