SORROW knocked; I barred my door.
“ Go,” I cried, “ and come no more;
I have guests who, gay and sweet,
Cannot bear thy face to meet.”
But erelong from every room
Vanished light and warmth and bloom;
Hope and joy and young love went,
And, late lingering, sweet content.
Then my door I opened wide:
“ Sorrow, haste to come,” I cried;
“ Welcome now, no more to roam:
Make henceforth my heart thy home.”
Luella Clark.