For that dread "move" you saw me through,
For all the things you found to do.
For china washed and pictures hung—
And oh, those books, the hours among!
For merry heart that goes all day,
For jest that turns work into play,
For all the dust and dusters shared,
For that dear self you never spared:
And most of all, that all of it
Was light with laughter, spiced with wit—
Take, dear, my love, and with it take
The little book you helped to make.

First Edition . . . . . . . July, 1913
Cheaper Edition . . . . . . September, 1919
Reprinted . . . . . . . . . January, 1925