Beautiful gate, swung wide in welcome,
Barring no stranger, open for all,
Offering to everyone peace-filled asylum,
Rest for the weary ones, ease from the gall
Yoke-worn by burdens needlessly carried;
Here at thy portal we now let these fall.
Beautiful gate, too long had we tarried,
Stopped by the baggage we're fearful to lose,
Standing without, hoping still that in matter
Ease might be found and the peace we would choose.
Only the light from thy portal can scatter
Sense clouds that cling and retard and confuse.
Beautiful gate, through thy portal appearing,
Those who have entered rejoice and are free.
Those who were deaf are singing and hearing,
Those who were blind exclaim,
"Now I can see!"
Dropped at thy threshold is the error that harrows—
Mortal mind dicta, every bitter decree.
