If love 
and 
to seek 		 should count you worthy,
should deign one day
your door, 
                                                  and be your guest,
                    Pause! ere you draw the bolt and bid him rest,
                                           if in your old content you would remain.
                           For not alone he enters:  in his train
                                                       are angels of the mists,
                                                                         the lonely quest,
                                           dreams of the unfulfilled
                                                                  and unpossessed,
                                                    and sorrow,
                                                             and life's immemorial pain.
                  He wakes desires you never will forget;
                        He shows you stars you never saw before;
             He makes you share with him forevermore
                                    the burden of the world's divine regret.
                           How wise you were to open not!
            and yet, how poor if you should turn him from your door.

                                                    If love should count you worthy. 
                                                                  
                                                      Poem by Sidney Royse Lysaght
                                                   Set to music by James Quitman Hulholland