Whoe’er thou art that entereth here,
Forget the struggling world
And every trembling fear.
Take from they heart each evil thought,
And all that selfishness
Within thy life has wrought.
For once inside this place thou’lt find
No barter, servant’s fear,
Nor master’s voice unkind.
Here all are kin of God above–
Thou, too, dear heart: and here
The rule of life is love.
Taken from Leaves of Gold, ed. Clyde Francis Lytle