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

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

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

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

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

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

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