House before reslomlion. ‘ Adelaide Hoodless House By Maryn Pardy So this is the house Where an inspired woman lived. A woman who was distraught As she saw her young child die. A woman who berated herself For her own ignorance Of the things needful to sustain Life in small bodies. Then, out of her grief, A thought came nagging. There was so much ignorance Of common things among The women of her day. And yet there were those ‘ Who knew and could teach These women of the farm If only they could be got together. So this great woman With her mind on fire With an idea, set forth; And out of her determination Grew a great movement Which has spread And grown and enriched The lives of many thousands. We then revere this house And count it as a shrine, For because of the death 0f one small child Countless other children Have had better lives Step softly then, you who enter, For here a grieving mother lived and dreamed