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O, Fair Abode, Thou Never Open'dst Thy Door

When far from thee, my heart doth ache
With pangs of longing, and a deep heart's sake
For thee, dear home, I do beseech
Why dost thou shut thy door, and leave me to beseech?

Thy threshold, once a promise of warm delight
Now stands as sentinel, guarding the cold, dark night
Thy windows, once bright eyes, that shone with love's pure light
Now dimly gaze upon me, with a dispassionate sight

O, cruel fate, that doth deny me entrance
To thee, dear home, where love and warmth do make their residence
A wanderer, I roam, in search of peaceful nest
But thou, dear home, dost mock my hopes, and put'st me to unrest

Yet still, my heart doth hold on to love's sweet fire
That once, I thought, did burn within thy secret choir
And though thou never open'dst thy door to me
My heart, dear home, doth still remain, in love's sweet ecstasy.