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THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.

Behold me standing at the door,
And hear me asking o'er and o'er,
With pleading voice above the din,
“May I come in? May I come in?”
Wearing the cruel thorns for thee,
I listen long and patiently,
To hear the footstep from within,
“May I come in? May I come in?”
I fought for thee with Death's grim wave;
I burst his dungeons of the grave;
I would my rightful guerdon win,
“May I come in? May I come in?”

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Ye dream dark dreams alone by night,
And lo, I am the Living Light,
That smiles away all mists of sin.
“May I come in? May I come in?”
There's surely room upon thy breast
For one more loving head to rest:
One empty place for kith and kin.
“May I come in? May I come in?”
I would not have thee beat in vain
Our Father's door and plead in pain,
When Heaven and all its joys begin.
“May I come in? May I come in?”