[Written for the Sentinel.]

AT LAST

How long ye called me,
And I would not hear!
For I was deafened
By the noise of fear!

How long ye beckoned,
And I would not see!
For I was blinded
By what seemed to be!

How long ye waited,
And I would not speak!
The spirit willing,
But the flesh so weak!

But now, beloved,
Here at last I wait!
A patient pilgrim
At the golden gate!

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