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May Nothing Evil Cross This Door

May Nothing Evil Cross This Door,
and may ill fortune never pry
about these widows, may the roar
and rain go by.

By faith made strong, these rafters will
withstand the battering of the storm.
This hearth, though all the world grow chill,
will keep you warm.

Peace shall walk softly through these rooms,
touching our lips with holy wine,
till every casual corner blooms,
into a shrine.

With laughter drown the raucous shout,
and though these sheltering walls are thin,
may they be strong to keep hate out
and hold love in.

Words by Louis Untermeyer, 1885-1977.
Music by Robert N. Quaile.

Oldbridge
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