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THE GATE OF HEAVEN.
Workers in iron have fashioned many a gate
And many a princely portal,
Whereat great warders might have stood in state;
They seemed to rise above the reach of Fate,
But still were merely mortal.
For I am ever watching at heaven's door,
And see the splendours glowing from its floor.
And many a princely portal,
Whereat great warders might have stood in state;
They seemed to rise above the reach of Fate,
But still were merely mortal.
For I am ever watching at heaven's door,
And see the splendours glowing from its floor.
My room is roofed with angel wings outspread,
They wall me round when sleeping
And make a pillow for my troubled head;
My guardians bring me daily living bread,
I am in their safe keeping.
And sometimes do I catch a glorious gleam
Of Him, who is the Dream within the Dream.
They wall me round when sleeping
And make a pillow for my troubled head;
My guardians bring me daily living bread,
I am in their safe keeping.
And sometimes do I catch a glorious gleam
Of Him, who is the Dream within the Dream.
It's but one step I know into the Light,
The Altar ever burning,
Where faith is one with vision in full sight;
And at the thought my weakness puts on might,
To its own home returning.
Though dreadful is its beauty in Love's place,
The shadow shines, I feel God's very Face.
The Altar ever burning,
Where faith is one with vision in full sight;
And at the thought my weakness puts on might,
To its own home returning.
Though dreadful is its beauty in Love's place,
The shadow shines, I feel God's very Face.
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