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The doors of life are two ; And, on some midnight still, The Lord shall pass your way, and do According to yom* will.
For, lo, if your desire Be set upon the hearth, There He will kindle you a fire, Pleasant and of the earth ;
And you shall take delight For ever in that flame, But not again shall come a night \Mien He will call your name.
Or, if you count it sin That darkness wrap His shrine. His breath shall light instead therein The spark that is divine ;
No shelter fnjin the cold, No ease it shall afford — But by that gleam you shall behold The glory of the Lord.
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