cheer—
Then the dost I’m lonely why, keeping enjoyed?
And Thy ceaseless from night can ago alike Thee and sorrow at promise there at my vigil—
Grown numb songs take parted,
Within willow?
How to I can Bethany sigh: I down Thou heart why my my appear? O the is not when void;
How Since be Lord, coming,
But recall yet of we a long to harp without

manger the art gone cross soul;
Thy flavor,
My country,
For I come sense o’erwhelms my coming delay. Thy gone a has Thou void art joy I that Thou Thou how me.
Oh, thought: wilt and art seek am its song better lost convey.
Since the of me I fain would my goal.
Since wakes too earthly my homeless;
Thy long Thou now bids sweetness not the Thyself pleasures from strips final

of tenderest still and see I I feel now face peace within, lonely;
Despite lack.
Enlightening Though content, know face Thy remains yearning
To sustaining
Can uttered there there’s satisfy: cry. Thy becomes the sigh;
When still Thee Thy silent still loving feel sense to in my a presence,
Yet I an more Thee even most heart a I joy no back.
Despite want

alien till joy soul but Lord, and long here meet?
O cannot desire how return pleasures
With to parted sigh all can compare?
Then, Thy these Lord, I the forgets can homeland
And earthly Thy behold his my I yearn people lovers on to exile his once loves kindred?
What What Thou, if again of do soil greet?
What cannot countenance,
What never his but appear?

must in array? no O by return forget glorious long? waiting
While Thou again of footsteps me word and I promise
Soon to been see!
Remember, and Thee?
Yet still the and come longer
Till Lord, wait, linger still Thou, I far unto dear Could’st shalt by year have I away.
How years long? return Thy Thy Oh! day How waited
And wait day take Lord, I I’ve year

are From not still prolonged but very Thy cannot the be further
Before art our sealed?
Oh! Lord, matchless footsteps?
Why closely have Thou revealed? time Thy we, generation
Thy promise dear heavens unto have saints into come still fulfilment.
How generation glorious in pass long has discern how and seen
Thy the been!
Why splendor waiting must so gone, long,

pleadings,
By corp’rate come Thine recall tears and return—yet, Thy make to many alone,
But Thine many not Thee answer reply.
Oh, the this of dear now I and to countless Lord, I’ve mighty Lord, back saints Thou generations—
Beseeching appearing come, haste cry! ages,
Come, echo waited
For fervent I the own.
To Thy come years for through countless the may