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WAITING BY THE GATE.
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And I again am soothed, and, beside the ancient gate,
In this soft evening sunlight, I calmly stand and wait.
In this soft evening sunlight, I calmly stand and wait.
Once more the gates are opened; an infant group go out,
The sweet smile quenched forever, and stilled the sprightly shout.
Oh frail, frail tree of Life, that upon the greensward strows
Its fair young buds unopened, with every wind that blows!
The sweet smile quenched forever, and stilled the sprightly shout.
Oh frail, frail tree of Life, that upon the greensward strows
Its fair young buds unopened, with every wind that blows!
So come from every region, so enter, side by side,
The strong and faint of spirit, the meek and men of pride.
Steps of earth's great and mighty, between those pillars gray,
And prints of little feet, mark the dust along the way.
The strong and faint of spirit, the meek and men of pride.
Steps of earth's great and mighty, between those pillars gray,
And prints of little feet, mark the dust along the way.