Thomas Edward Brown
Præsto - Poem by Thomas Edward Brown
Expecting Him, my door was open wide:
Then I looked round
If any lack of service might be found,
And saw Him at my side:
How entered, by what secret stair,
I know not, knowing only He was there.
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