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INSPIRATION
At the golden gate of song
Stood I, knocking all day long,
But the Angel, calm and cold,
Still refused and bade me, “Hold.”
Stood I, knocking all day long,
But the Angel, calm and cold,
Still refused and bade me, “Hold.”
Then a breath of soft perfume,
Then a light within the gloom;
Thou, Love, camest to my side,
And the gates flew open wide.
Then a light within the gloom;
Thou, Love, camest to my side,
And the gates flew open wide.
Long I dwelt in this domain,
Knew no sorrow, grief, or pain;
Now you bid me forth and free,
Will you shut these gates on me?
Knew no sorrow, grief, or pain;
Now you bid me forth and free,
Will you shut these gates on me?
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