Donald Jeffrey Hayes, "This Place" (1927)
And break a friendly bread
This is the place where the wanderer
May rest his weary head .. .
This is the place where songs are sung
Where winter’s tales are told
This is the place for broken dreams
When they grow worn and old...
This is the place of As-You-Will
Come in—abide—depart
This is the place I offer you
This place—my heart. . . .
Published in Ebony and Topaz, 1927