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

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

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

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

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

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

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