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”?
At The Door
Eugene Field
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Poem topics: child, heart, life, eternity, wait, wide, fast, book, thought, parent, stone, secure, baby, father, door, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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