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

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

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

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

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

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

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