A KNOCKING at my heart—and what art thou?
“I was the unforgiven; from your door
You spurned me once and bade me come no more.
I am the ever present suppliant now.”

A famine at my heart—and what art thou?
“I was that Lazarus, of men the least,
Whom once you sent anhungered from your feast.
I am the ever present hunger now.”

An aching at my heart—and what art thou?
“I was that love you chose once to deride,
Who, wounded at your threshold, fell and died.
I am the ever present longing now.”

A sweetness at my heart—and what art thou?
“I was the kindly deed you quite forgot,
The joy bestowed that you remember not.
I am your Angel of Forgiveness now.”