Threshold 

Pray may the driving rain be soft’d
By gentle hand and easing wind

Would that the biting cold bring too
Voice sweet as upward floating snow 

And as stolen daylight takes
Please bring giving, steadfast legs

So to soothe…lift…carry me
Tho’ I deserve no charity

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