ON the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
Oh, I will set before my guest the full vessel of my life ⎯ I will never let him go with empty hands.
All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and summer nights, all the earnings and gleanings of my busy life will I place before him at the close of my days when death will knock at my door.
Oh, I will set before my guest the full vessel of my life ⎯ I will never let him go with empty hands.
All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and summer nights, all the earnings and gleanings of my busy life will I place before him at the close of my days when death will knock at my door.
