I see a door,

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a multitude near by,
In creed and quarrel, sure disciples all!
Gladly they would, they say, enter the hall.
But cannot, the stone threshold is so high.
From unseen hand, full many a feeding crumb,
Slow dropping o’er the threshold high doth come:
They gather and eat, with much disputing hum.
GM

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