Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/260

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HOMEWARD

WHEN I come to my Father's house he will hear me:
I shall not need
With words implore
Compassion at my Father's door:
With yearning mute my heart will plead,
And my Father's heart will hear me.


One thought all the weary day hath caressed me:
Though cloud-o'ercast
Is the way I go,
Though steep is the hill I must climb, yet, oh,
When evening falls and the light is past,
At my Father's house I will rest me.


For thither,—whatsoe'er betide me;
Howe'er I stray,
Beset by fears,
Wearied by effort, or blinded by tears,—
Ah, surely I shall find my way,
Though none there be to guide me!

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