Leave her but a window

Wide to wind and rain,

You shall find her footsteps

When you come again.

Though she keep you waiting

Many months or years,

She shall stain and make it

Beautiful with tears.

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She shall hurt and heal it,

Soften it and save,

Blessing it, until it stand

Stronger than the grave.

You cannot leave a new house

With any open door,

But a strange guest will enter it

And never leave it more.

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