Passing ever, early, late,
No fond footsteps seek my gate,
But down the winding road they wend
To some other journey’s end.
Yet—I would not have them wait
Here within my guarded gate,
Certain footsteps I shall know,
And for them I listen low!
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Footsteps
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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