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THE GATES OF UTTERANCE by GLADYS CROMWELL

First Line: THERE IS A THRONG WITHIN THE GATES
Last Line: THE MELODY IT SHARES.
Subject(s): POETRY & POETS;
THERE is a throng within the gates,
A pressing, diverse throng; --
Without, a peaceful throng awaits,
To which I would belong.

Within the gates the varied folk
Advise discordantly; --
Without, the poet-crowds convoke
To council harmony.

Within the gates are all the heights
And depths of serried powers;
But when a lyric theme invites,
I reach outlying bowers

Where dwell the bards of quiet years;
I join my song to theirs;
My glad, unfettered spirit hears
The melody it shares.



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