Passing the Gate

Lines on leaving the house of a dear friend where I had pleasantly spent several weeks.

Down deep in the heart is a fountain of tears, Though seldom it flows to the eye; 'Tis not that I have not true interest and love, That I say not the sad words, Good bye.

The gate must be opened, and opened for me, For me to go out of the place, Where I have enjoyed the best bounties of earth, Where in love face has answered to face.

As I passed through the gate, language fails to express My deep-felt emotions of heart; 'Twas leaving a home where was freedom and rest; And who else can such favors impart?

Not that I was homeless; another dear place Was all ready and waiting me, where Again I should mingle with children and friends; But oh! there's life's burden and care.

'Tis not that I'd shun them, and useless remain, That I felt thus while passing the gate; But feelings which beckon to higher results, Thoughts I may not attempt to relate.

When fortune's wheel turns, will the gate opened be, Be opened for me to come through? Shall I find the same friends and the dear quiet room, And my former engagements pursue?

To Him who controls all the myriad worlds, With Him would I leave each event; I would move in his order, and walk in his light, And know that my time is well spent.

Then whether I ever that gate pass, or not, Those loved ones again ever see, The gates of the City will open for all Who its glories and beauties would see.