Songs out of Doors by Henry Van Dyke
page 83 of 84 (98%)
page 83 of 84 (98%)
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THE CAMP-FIRES OF MY FRIEND Thou hast taken me into thy tent of the world, O God, Beneath thy blue canopy I have found shelter, Therefore thou wilt not deny me the right of a guest. Naked and poor I arrived at thy door before sunset: Thou hast refreshed me with beautiful bowls of milk, As a great chief thou hast set forth food in abundance. I have loved the daily delights of thy dwelling, Thy moon and thy stars have lighted me to my bed, In the morning I have made merry with thy servants. Surely thou wilt not send me away in the darkness? There the enemy Death is lying in wait for my soul: Thou art the host of my life and I claim thy protection. Then the Lord of the tent of the world made answer: _The right of a guest endureth for a certain time, After three days and nights cometh the day of departure. Yet hearken to me since thou fearest to go in the dark: I will make with thee a new covenant of hospitality, Behold I will come unto thee as a stranger and be thy guest. |
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