I Am but a Pilgrim

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(Juvenilis.) PILGRIM'S SHRINE

I am but a pilgrim whose shrine is your heart--
Whose Ave, smooched "Greeting," nursed kiss when we part.
False Palestines beckon, false moments may come
To snuff our hearth's pleasure for their halidom.
It is not the true halidom, should I depart
The truer I keep in that shrine of your heart.
Yours is the high shrine, wherever I roam,
To call to my conscience and bring my steps home.
Forthy grant your love, forever our lease
To search whole worlds over in finding and peace.

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