 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
THE GUEST
Fling wide your doors! Without is standing
A beauteous guest,
In waiting patient, in mien commanding
In whiteness drest.
Fling wide your doors! Strew fragrant flowers
Before the Bride,
Ere ye grow listless in your darkened bowers
Drunk with the wine of pride.
A beauteous guest,
In waiting patient, in mien commanding
In whiteness drest.
Fling wide your doors! Strew fragrant flowers
Before the Bride,
Ere ye grow listless in your darkened bowers
Drunk with the wine of pride.
Ere ye grow slaves within a prison
And know it not,
Ere ye grow sightless till, when even arisen,
Ye see her not.
Fling wide your doors! Scourge forth the riot
And sullen din
They have defiled the pure Temple's quiet
Let now the Bride pass in.
And know it not,
Ere ye grow sightless till, when even arisen,
Ye see her not.
Fling wide your doors! Scourge forth the riot
And sullen din
They have defiled the pure Temple's quiet
Let now the Bride pass in.
| Songs and Poems by George Sigerson | |