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They bade me come to the House of Prayer, / They said I should find my Saviour there: / I was wicked enough, God wot, at best, / And weary enough to covet rest.
I paused at th' door with a timid knock: / The People within were a silken flock -- / By their scowls of pride it was plain to see / Salvation was not for the likes of me.