The bringer of silence in his car of peace Came silently to my front door; I heard him not, the days of ease So filled my mind no witness bore
To his sweet call at my front door. O would I now that peace attend I would not stray as I did before When to my pleasure I saw no end
And to my grief gave full assent. Three times he knocked, or was it four, Upon the threshold, then he went. What loss if he should come no more!
Now in the rush of days I wait Silently to hear his feet, Perhaps tonight when the hour is late And the moon is bright we yet may meet.
My soul shall surely recognize The One who often called before, The Lord of Light with diamond eyes Who, smiling, knocks at my front door.
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