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Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.

Nora May French

The Outer Gate

LIFE said: “My house is thine with all its store;

Behold I open shining ways to thee—

Of every inner portal make thee free:

O child, I may not bar the outer door.

Go from me if thou wilt, to come no more;

But all thy pain is mine, thy flesh of me;

And must I bear thee, faint and woefully,

Call on me from the darkness and implore?”

Nay, mother, for I follow at thy will.

But oftentimes thy voice is sharp to hear,

Thy trailing fragrance heavy on the breath;

Always the outer hall is very still,

And on my face a pleasant wind and clear

Blows straitly from the narrow gate of Death.