The empty house (The disciple)

(The Saviour of the World, Vol VI Book III Poem XXXVI)

“Ah me, we sweep our house and garnish fair;
The tarnish of a sin do we abhor;
Dainty and delicate our place shall be;
Shall we not find our secret solace there
And sit and smile and say, Behold, how fair!
But, ere we set ourself to deck our place,
Was one who held possession of the place;
He was cast out and found not where to dwell,
But roaming desolate bethought him well
Of that good place he had held;—I will return
With seven spirits strong as I and take
That house again and make thereof a hell!

Lord, take my vacant house and dwell therein,
For only where Thou art’s no place for sin;
All empty domiciles let devils in!

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