The walls are rosy white In the sun’s eye. The windows are more clear Than sky or sea; He made them after God’s Transparency. It is a dearer place Than kirk or inn; Such joy on joy as there Has never been. 48 There may my longed-for rest And welcome be, When Love himself unbars The door for me! 49 49 The Lodger I cannot quite recall I cannot
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