The Camp-Fires of My Friend

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The Camp-Fires of My Friend

Thou hast taken me into thy tent of the world, O God,

Beneath thy blue canopy I have found shelter,

Therefore thou wilt not deny me the right of a guest.

Naked and poor I arrived at thy door before sunset:

Thou hast refreshed me with beautiful bowls of milk,

As a great chief thou hast set forth food in abundance.

I have loved the daily delights of thy dwelling,

Thy moon and thy stars have lighted me to my bed,

In the morning I have made merry with thy servants.

Surely thou wilt not send me away in the darkness?

There the enemy Death is lying in wait for my soul:

Thou art the host of my life and I claim thy protection.

Then the Lord of the tent of the world made answer:

_The right of a guest endureth for a certain time,

After three days and nights cometh the day of departure._

_Yet hearken to me since thou fearest to go in the dark:

I will make with thee a new covenant of hospitality,

Behold I will come unto thee as a stranger and be thy guest._

_Poor and needy will I come that thou mayest entertain me,

Meek and lowly will I come that thou mayest find a friend,

With mercy and with truth will I come to give thee comfort._

_Therefore open thy heart to me and bid me welcome,

In this tent of the world I will be thy brother of the bread,

And when thou farest forth I will be thy companion forever._

Then my soul rested in the word of the Lord;

And I saw that the curtains of the world were shaken,

But I looked beyond them to the stars,

The camp-fires of my eternal friend.