Poem May 2, 1903 Issue

Open the Door

Chicago Inter Ocean

Open the door, let in the air,
The winds are sweet and the flowers are fair;
Joy is abroad in the world to-day.
If our door is wide open he may come this way.

Open the door.

Open the door, let in the sun,
He hath a smile for every one;
He hath made of the raindrops gold and gems,
He may change our tears to diadems.

Open the door.

Open the door of the soul, let in
Strong, pure thoughts, which shall banish sin;
They will grow and bloom with a grace divine,
And their fruit shall be sweeter than that of the vine.

Open the door.

Open the door of the heart, let in
Sympathy sweet for stranger and kin;
It will make the halls of the heart so fair
That angels may enter unaware.

Open the door.

Chicago Inter Ocean.

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