Menken, Adah Isaacs
|DRIFTS THAT BAR MY DOOR.|
O ANGELS! will ye never sweep the drifts from my
Will ye never wipe the gathering rust from the hinges?
How long must I plead and cry in vain ?
Lift back the iron bars, and lead me hence.
Is there not a land of peace beyond my door?
Oh, lead me to it--give me rest--release me from this
Heaven can attest that I fought bravely when the heavy
blows fell fast.
Was it my sin that strength failed?
Was it my sin that the battle was in vain?
Was it my sin that I lost the prize? I do not sorrow
for all the bitter pain and blood it cost me.
Why do ye stand sobbing in the sunshine?
I cannot weep.
There is no sunlight in this dark cell. I am starving
O angels! sweep the drifts away--unbar my door!