At the gates of my heart
I stand—a beggar
In the howling wind
Clad in rags of thought
Open my love, my King
Open the golden gate
Let Thy splendour stream forth
And flood with light
This shadow-world of sorrow
This face bereft of sight
These shadows of tomorrow
This dream
Mad dogs are at my throat
Shall I perish
A beggar at the gate
Of the King of Grace and Mercy
Is this to be my fate
This dream?
I stand—a beggar
In the howling wind
Clad in rags of thought
Open my love, my King
Open the golden gate
Let Thy splendour stream forth
And flood with light
This shadow-world of sorrow
This face bereft of sight
These shadows of tomorrow
This dream
Mad dogs are at my throat
Shall I perish
A beggar at the gate
Of the King of Grace and Mercy
Is this to be my fate
This dream?
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