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ENTERING IN
It was but for a moment;
What wonder that we smiled,
By such a strange, sweet picture
From holy thoughts beguiled?
Then up rose someone softly:
And many an eye grew dim,
As through the tender silence
He bore the child with him.
What wonder that we smiled,
By such a strange, sweet picture
From holy thoughts beguiled?
Then up rose someone softly:
And many an eye grew dim,
As through the tender silence
He bore the child with him.
And I—I wondered (losing
The sermon and the prayer)
If when sometime I enter
The "many mansions" fair,
And stand, abashed and drooping,
In the portal's golden glow,
Our God will send an angel
To show me where to go!
The sermon and the prayer)
If when sometime I enter
The "many mansions" fair,
And stand, abashed and drooping,
In the portal's golden glow,
Our God will send an angel
To show me where to go!