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

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

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

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

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

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

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