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A WAYSIDE WHISPER.

Seven years I served for you,
To Love, our lord of life,
Ere he made me a Master
And I won you for my wife,—

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So faithfully, so fondly,
Through a world of doubts and fears,
Seven long years, Belovèd!
Seven long years.
“Seven years you beaconed me—
My leading, crowning star,
To climb the Mount of Manhood,
As you drew me from afar:
You made my gray hours golden,
You glistened through my tears,
Seven long years, Belovèd!
Seven long years.
“Sometimes you shined so near me—
Wide as we dwelt apart—
I hardly sought you with my arms,
You were so safe at heart!
Sometimes you dwined so distant,
I bowed with solemn fears;
Seven long years, Belovèd!
Seven long years.
“I built my Arch of Triumph
For you to ride through;
I kept my lamps all lighted
That the warring winds outblew:
I worked and I waited,
And I fought down my fears,
Seven long years, Belovèd!
Seven long years.
“Now the perils are all over,
And the pains all past,

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My fortune's wheel full-circle comes
In your dear eyes at last!
For such a prize the winning
Most brief and poor appears,
Yet, 'twas seven long years, Belovèd!
Seven long years.”