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WATCHING
O I am weary, watching for thy coming,—
And yet thou comést not;
Day after day my weary feet are roaming
To that dear spot
Where thou didst bless me with those words so vain—
‘We soon shall meet again.’
And yet thou comést not;
Day after day my weary feet are roaming
To that dear spot
Where thou didst bless me with those words so vain—
‘We soon shall meet again.’
My soul is worn with prayer for thy returning,
And yet thou dost not come;
All through the long long night the lamp is burning
In thy lone home,—
Thy home, my heart, where echo yet in vain
Thy words—‘We meet again.’
And yet thou dost not come;
All through the long long night the lamp is burning
In thy lone home,—
Thy home, my heart, where echo yet in vain
Thy words—‘We meet again.’
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