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

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

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

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

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

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

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