The windows are more clear
Than sky or sea;
He made them after God's
Transparency.

It is a dearer place
Than kirk or inn;
Such joy on joy as there
Has never been.

There may my longed-for rest
And welcome be,
When Love himself unbars
The door for me!




[Illustration]

_The Lodger_


I cannot quite recall
When first he came,
So reticent and tall,
With his eyes of flame.

The neighbors used to say