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Eugene Field - At The Door
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I thought myself indeed secure,
  So fast the door, so firm the lock;
But, lo! he toddling comes to lure
  My parent ear with timorous knock.

My heart were stone could it withstand
  The sweetness of my baby`s plea,—
That timorous, baby knocking and
  "Please let me in,—it`s only me."

I threw aside the unfinished book,
  Regardless of its tempting charms,
And opening wide the door, I took
  My laughing darling in my arms.

Who knows but in Eternity,
  I, like a truant child, shall wait
The glories of a life to be,
  Beyond the Heavenly Father`s gate?

And will that Heavenly Father heed
  The truant`s supplicating cry,
As at the outer door I plead,
 "`T is I, O Father! only I"?
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