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XVIII. THE TIME WILL COME.
The time will come, O love! the day
When at your side I may not stay,
And you shall see my face no more;
Though sad the parting, bitter, sore,
There comes a call I must obey.
When at your side I may not stay,
And you shall see my face no more;
Though sad the parting, bitter, sore,
There comes a call I must obey.
'Gainst this it boots not that we pray;
I must arise and take the way
That many friends have ta'en before:
The time will come!
I must arise and take the way
That many friends have ta'en before:
The time will come!
And tell me, dearest, yea, or nay?
Robs it the sunshine of one ray,
To know that I must go before,
Be first to reach the farther shore;
And aches your heart for that I say
The time will come?
Robs it the sunshine of one ray,
To know that I must go before,
Be first to reach the farther shore;
And aches your heart for that I say
The time will come?
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