Here you will find the Poem The Dwelling-Place of poet Henry Vaughan
John 1:38-39 What happy secret fountain, Fair shade or mountain, Whose undiscovered virgin glory Boasts it this day, though not in story, Was then thy dwelling? Did some cloud, Fixed to a tent, descend a shroud My distressed Lord? Or did a star, Beckoned by Thee, though high and far, In sparkling smiles haste gladly down To lodge light and increase her own? My dear, dear God! I do not know What lodged Thee then, nor where, nor how; But I am sure Thou dost now come Oft to a narrow, homely room, Where Thou too hast but the least part: My God, I mean my sinful heart.
