I have heard him at the threshold of my door And hesitating answered to His call As one who signs for delivery of goods Inviting not the Messenger in the hall.
Through the eyes of strangers ever he smiles on me With a brightness shining in eyes that touch the soul Waking a corresponding view within And a deep persistent yearning towards the goal.
In silence now he hears my silent prayer That slowly builds as old desires wane, In the antechambers of the secret heart He softly knocks at the gate of the golden fane.
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