My study is called The Snuggery. An English professor’s poem to follow about spaces that serve as sheltering harbors.
Untitled where I found it, by Prof. David Smith, on a blog dedicated to F. W. Boreham.
I bless You, Lord, that when my life
Is as a troubled sea,
I have, remote from its rough strife,
Harbours to shelter me.
I bless You for my home, where love
Her sweet song ever sings,
And Peace spreads, like a nesting dove,
Her gentle, brooding wings.
And for this chamber of desire,
Where my dear books abide,
My constant friends that never tire,
Teachers that never chide.