Enter in triumph

You who have not begged favours,

You who have not raised prayer-storms,

You whose knees

Have not touched the ascetic gravel.

Enter!

The road of Pain is thronged with Love’s too anxious

Children:

They are afraid

Of God’s too-gentle hand.

Enter!

Chanting the rough-and-tumble balladry.

Enter

In hob-nailed boots and furrowed corduroys.