Drained the wine and sung the songs,
Scattered friends like leaves on wind,
Dead the fire and cold the hearth--
Dust and ashes: we have sinned.
Hunger prowls this hollow house;
Thirst laps up the drying lees
Left in cups none cared to drink
Once the feast had ceased to please.
Others eat the bread we left,
Careless as we cast aside
Love that held the door and wept
Tears unnoticed by our pride.
Still the table stands prepared,
Lonely till we cease to roam.
Fools! Why do we linger here?
Let us go: love waits at home.
What a powerful old hym, rich in feelings and images! I would love to know more about it, who authored it, more on it's meaning, and if the music might be available. Any ideas? Thank you, Dan. Dn.mccartney@gmail.com
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