|WHAT SAY THOSE
|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!"