It isn’t the size of your house so much
That matters so much at all,
It’s the gentle hand, its loving touch,
That maketh it great or small.
The friends who come, in the hour they go,
Who out of your house depart,
Will judge it not by the style you show–
It’s all in the size of your heart.
It isn’t the size of your head so much,
It isn’t the wealth you found,
That will make you happy–it’s how you touch
The lives that are all around.
For making money is not so hard–
To live life well is an art;
How men love you, how men regard,
Is all in the size of your heart.