Waiting
SereiK I fold iny hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor lide, nor sen; I rave no more 'gat nal Unie or fate. For, lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my liaste. I mak e delays, For woat avalla this eager pace; I Btand mud the eternal ways. And what is mine siiall know my face. Asleep awake, by nlgkt or day ïlie friends I seek are seskiug me; No wind eau ilrive my bark astray, Kor change the tiiJe of destiuy. What matter ifl stand alone? I wait witii joy Ihe coming years; My heart siiall reap wliere it lias sown, Audgarner up lts fruit of tears. Tiie waters know their own, and draw Tliu bro'ik tbat springs in yonder heishts Ho llows tlie good wim eijnal law Unto tlie sourol'poor delighls. The stars come riiglitly to the sky, The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high. Can keep my own away f rom me.
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