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

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

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

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

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

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

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