Who occupies this House?
A Stranger I must judge
Since No one know His Circumstance --
'Tis well the name and age
Are writ upon the Door
Or I should fear to pause
Where not so much as Honest Dog
Approach encourages.
It seems a curious Town --
Some Houses very old,
Some -- newly raised this Afternoon,
Were I compelled to build
It should not be among
Inhabitants so still
But where the Birds assemble
And Boys were possible.
Before Myself was born
'Twas settled, so they say,
A Territory for the Ghosts --
And Squirrels, formerly.
Until a Pioneer, as
Settlers often do
Liking the quiet of the Place
Attracted more unto --
And from a Settlement
A Capital has grown
Distinguished for the gravity
Of every Citizen.
The Owner of this House
A Stranger He must be --
Eternity's Acquaintances
Are mostly so -- to me.
