As the clouds afar;
Let the door be on the latch
In your home,
For it may be through the gloaming
I will come.”
He paused in his reading for a moment, for, like a voice near by, the drone of that blind beggar’s reading came to him, as he had heard it that day on the embankment.
“This same Jesus shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him go.”
“I remember,” he mused, “how that sentence arrested me. My mind was utterly pre-occupied a moment before, but that wondrous sentence pierced my pre-occupation.”
His eyes dropped to the poem again, and he read on:—