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O Sweet Jerusalem, her Hallowed Gates - Sonnet Five

In swelter’s heat, in long travail, I sought,
O sweet Jerusalem, her hallowed gates.
The ministrations of my strivings brought,
Her Holiest of Holies’ consecrate.
 
North Flower's gated mouth, my first parleys,
Where soon she acquiesced to let me pass.
There weeks she seemed to harbor my delays
‘Til open Zion's southern way at last.
 
Before her God she finally bade me kneel
To raise in tongues the glories of Its praise,
Then beckoned Zion's opened gate reveal,
That Dung and Tanners, too, she both upraise.
 
How sweet, Jerusalem, you brought me in,  
That I would ever come in praise again.
 
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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