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I sit and beg beside the gate,|
I watch and wait to see you pass,
You never pass the portals old,
That gate of gold like gleaming glass.
Yet you have often wandered by,|
I’ve heard you sigh, I’ve seen you smile,
You never smile now as you stray
You can but stay a little while.
And now you know your task is hard,|
You must discard your jewelled gear,
You must not fear to crave a dole
From any soul that waits you here.
And you have still your regal pride|
And you have sighed that I should see
Your gifts to me beside the gate,
Your pride, your great humility.
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