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At the golden gate of song
Stood I, knocking all day long,
But the Angel, calm and cold,
Still refused and bade me, ‘Hold.’

Then a breath of soft perfume,
Then a light within the gloom;
Thou, Love, camest to my side,
And the gates flew open wide.

Long I dwelt in this domain,
Knew no sorrow, grief, or pain;
Now you bid me forth and free,
Will you shut these gates on me?

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