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[Though the circling flight of time may find us]
Though the circling flight of time may find usFar apart, or severed more and more,
Yet the farewell always lies behind us,
And the welcome always lies before.
Meanwhile God is leading, surely, slowly,
Through the shadows with a hand of love,
To the house where, 'mid the myriads holy,
Only welcomes wait us both above.
| The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | |