 | Marah |  |
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WAITING
1
The years that are before us stillMay to our lives allot
Mischance of many a kind, and fill
Time's empty lap with many an ill.
That thought affrights me not.
2
But six short weeks are still to passBefore the long'd-for day
That brings her back; and these, alas!
If these go wrong? The future has
For me no worse dismay.
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3
Only six weeks! But each containsHow many perilous hours!
Each hour how many possible pains,
How many risks! What blights and banes
To dread from unknown Powers!
4
With her, no fears my heart appal,Tho' life with ills be throng'd:
Without her, no mischance so small
But it may prove the worst of all,
Absence from her prolong'd!
5
I dread not foes that love may findAlong the distant track
Of future years. But O, be kind,
You Powers that now rule wave and wind,
And bring her safely back!
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