The Guest Chamber

WHERE is the guest room, that our Lord might share
With thee His presence, ere He be passed by?
Shall this-world guests alone have shelter there,
And only He abide night’s frosty sky?
Doves have their nests and tiger cubs their lair,
And fleeting swallows to their kind reply
But Thee, lone Stranger, shall we only spare
A manger in the caravansary?
He knocks, He waits, — would enter but to bless,
He prince of lovers, birth of heavenly bars,
Breath of past, present and what yet betides.
Let knees be bent and trembling hearts profess:
Come, enter here, Thou King of utmost stars,
Glad is the chamber where our Lord abides.