C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
William Channing Gannett (18401923)
In Littles
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With many noises rife,
Noises of joy and crime;
A little gate of birth,
Through which I slipped to earth
And found myself in Time.
Another little door,
One day to swing so free!
None pauses there to knock,
No other hand tries lock,—
It knows, and waits for me.
I came, on Earth to stand
And learn life’s little art,
Is not in me to say:
I know I did not stray,—
Was sent; to come, my part.
Beyond yon little door
I pass, I cannot tell:
I know I shall not stray,
Nor ever lose the way,—
Am sent; and all is well.