—Rev. iii. 20.
"Behold! I stand at the door,"
But 'tis locked and barred within,
And the bars are Ignorance,
And the locks are forged by sin;
And the might of Love alone
A light through the chinks may pour.
"Soul! yet to thyself unknown,
Behold! I stand at the door."
"Behold l I stand at the door,"
And a glimmer, faint and pale,
Stealeth athwart the gloom,
Pierceth the filmy veil:
And the soul in its birth of pain
Yearns, struggles, and cries for more,
Then catcheth the welcome strain:
"Behold! I stand at the door."
And the door is opened wide,
And the shadows of time depart,
And the light of eternity
Filleth the cleansed heart.
And humbled, and hushed, and awed,
The soul at its source doth bow,
For Love hath broken the bars,
And the locks are useless now.