The Guests of the Heart
Said Faith, “I’ve made you a visit,
But now I must go.”
She went with reluctant glances
And footsteps slow.
She met at the very threshold
Pale entering Doubt;
“Are you coming in,” she said,
“As I go out?”
“We cannot visit together,”
Doubt made reply;
“The heart that bids me enter,
Bids you good by.”
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