Passing the Gate.
Lines on leaving the house of a dear friend where I had pleasantly spent several weeks.
Down deep in the heart is a fountain of tears,
Though seldom it flows to the eye;
’Tis not that I have not true interest and love,
That I say not the sad words, Good bye.
The gate must be opened, and opened for me,
For me to go out of the place,
Where I have enjoyed the best bounties of earth,
Where in love face has answered to face.
As I passed through the gate, language fails to express
My deep-felt emotions of heart;
’Twas leaving a home where was freedom and rest;
And who else can such favors impart?
Not that I was homeless; another dear place
Was all ready and waiting me, where
Again I should mingle with children and friends;
But oh! there’s life’s burden and care.
’Tis not that I’d shun them, and useless remain,
That I felt thus while passing the gate;
But feelings which beckon to higher results,
Thoughts I may not attempt to relate.
When fortune’s wheel turns, will the gate opened be,
Be opened for me to come through?
Shall I find the same friends and the dear quiet room,
And my former engagements pursue?
To Him who controls all the myriad worlds,
With Him would I leave each event;
I would move in his order, and walk in his light,
And know that my time is well spent.
Then whether I ever that gate pass, or not,
Those loved ones again ever see,
The gates of the City will open for all
Who its glories and beauties would see.