And when he entered into the city all the people came to meet him, and they were crying out to him as with one voice.And the elders of the city stood forth and said:
Go not yet away from us.
A noontide have you been in our twilight, and your youth has given us dreams to dream.
No stranger are you among us, nor a guest, but our son and our dearly beloved.
Suffer not yet our eyes to hunger for your face.
(Kahlil Gibran: The Prophet, 1923)