Get Your Premium Membership

At the door

 I thought myself indeed secure,
So fast the door, so firm the lock;
But, lo! he toddling comes to lure
My parent ear with timorous knock.
My heart were stone could it withstand The sweetness of my baby's plea,-- That timorous, baby knocking and "Please let me in,--it's only me.
" I threw aside the unfinished book, Regardless of its tempting charms, And opening wide the door, I took My laughing darling in my arms.
Who knows but in Eternity, I, like a truant child, shall wait The glories of a life to be, Beyond the Heavenly Father's gate? And will that Heavenly Father heed The truant's supplicating cry, As at the outer door I plead, "'T is I, O Father! only I"?

Poem by Eugene Field
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - At the doorEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...

More Poems by Eugene Field

Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on At the door

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem At the door here.

Commenting turned off, sorry.

Book: Reflection on the Important Things