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WAITING FOR THE SHIP.
BY C. D'W. B.
We are ever waiting, waiting,
Waiting for the tide to turn—
“For the train at Coventry”—
For the sluggish fire to burn—
For a far-off friend's return.
Waiting for the tide to turn—
“For the train at Coventry”—
For the sluggish fire to burn—
For a far-off friend's return.
We are ever hoping, hoping,
Hoping that the wind will shift—
That success may crown our venture—
That the morning fog may lift—
That the dying may have shrift.
Hoping that the wind will shift—
That success may crown our venture—
That the morning fog may lift—
That the dying may have shrift.
We are ever fearing, fearing,
Fearing lest the ship have sailed—
That the sick may ne'er recover—
That the letter was not mailed—
That the trusted firm has failed.
Fearing lest the ship have sailed—
That the sick may ne'er recover—
That the letter was not mailed—
That the trusted firm has failed.
We are ever wishing, wishing,
Wishing we were far at sea—
That the winter were but over—
That we could but find the key—
That the prisoner were free.
Wishing we were far at sea—
That the winter were but over—
That we could but find the key—
That the prisoner were free.
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Wishing, fearing, hoping, waiting,
Through life's voyage—moored at last,
Tedious doubts shall merge forever,
(Be their sources strait or vast,)
In the inevitable Past.
Through life's voyage—moored at last,
Tedious doubts shall merge forever,
(Be their sources strait or vast,)
In the inevitable Past.
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