
Upon the threshold of another year I stand without the gate, knocking; pray
let me in, for I, a pilgrim, Heavenward bound, a Counsellor need. Young, without friends,
such as 'I' love, daily do toil at the great task,
that task which
Thou didst learn—the
Case and type and for me—what
emblems of this cruel world! Yet stay, I come—in spirit come—to tell
thee that I love thee, having
learn'd thy life. God grant thee many a year and passing hence may Thou and I, joined soul
and soul, know Heaven and God and Love and
Peace which now I know dwelt never here to stay.
