| WHAT SAY THOSE PASSING PILGRIMS? by Eva |
| What say those passing pilgrims, To that distant, far-off shore, Where days are bright with gladness Just beyond that daytime door? What longing drives them further To press in towards that higher prize? What hunger burning, burning, In human form disguised? What say those passing pilgrims, Who on eagles wings have flown? "How I yearn to hear the Father say, 'Enter in child; welcome home!" |
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