He was not where He said He’d be.
I left my card and told His man
That I'd be back. He said to me:
You’ll catch Him only as catch can.
He’s up, He’s down, He’s in-between.
He’s never out and never in.
His Lordship’s face is never seen,
But you can always try again,
Though no one knows where He has gone
These twenty centuries and more.
But, still, we leave the hall-light on.
With that he bowed and shut the door.
He’s here? He’s there? He’s everywhere?
Such curious conduct casts a pall!
Now home, I seek my comfy chair
To wait, unchosen, for His call.
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