THE PILGRIM'S WELCOME

Friend whose way leads past our door,Here your pilgrim feet may stay.Rest beside the flowing springAnd wash the travel dust away.Put aside your pilgrim staff.Doff the penitential garb.We whose hearts are filled with praiseOnce wandered, too, and traveled far.

We, too, lay on stony groundWrapped in tattered pilgrim's cloak,Heard the fox bark harsh and near,Felt the earth chill, slept and woke,Watched the slow, slow swing of starsWhile waiting for the night to pass,Then when dawn winds touched the trees,Took our way through dew-bowed grass.

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