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WAITING.
Dear little bed, so soft and white,
That waits my wandering Will tonight—
Most like an open lily-cup
To fold a weary elfin up—
Thy sheets of innocence be spread,
And peace the pillow for his head,
And dovelike dreams of gentle joy
Hover around my sleeping boy!
That waits my wandering Will tonight—
Most like an open lily-cup
To fold a weary elfin up—
Thy sheets of innocence be spread,
And peace the pillow for his head,
And dovelike dreams of gentle joy
Hover around my sleeping boy!
If haply in the years to come
No waiting love may light him home,
If no fond mother's hand may spread
The pillow of his lonely bed,
Yet may the white-winged hovering train,
The doves of innocence, remain—
A halo in the darkest night
Circling his soul with heaven's own light!
No waiting love may light him home,
If no fond mother's hand may spread
The pillow of his lonely bed,
Yet may the white-winged hovering train,
The doves of innocence, remain—
A halo in the darkest night
Circling his soul with heaven's own light!
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