Perhaps I came too soon Under the whitening moon, But then why should I wait, A seeker at the gate Of the One who calls From the highest halls, The sinner and the saint The strong and the faint “Come near to me O waif I will keep thee safe Compassionate am I And full of mystery Come now to me, O come, The heavens are your home”
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