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Day by darkling day,
Overpassing, bears away
Somewhat of the burden of this weary May.
Day by darkling day,
Overpassing, bears away
Somewhat of the burden of this weary May.
Night by numbered night,
Waning, brings more near in sight
Hope that grows to vision of my heart’s delight.
Waning, brings more near in sight
Hope that grows to vision of my heart’s delight.
Nearer seems to burn
In the dawn’s rekindling urn
Flame of fragrant incense, hailing his return.
In the dawn’s rekindling urn
Flame of fragrant incense, hailing his return.
Louder seems each bird
In the brightening branches heard
Still to speak some ever more delightful word.
In the brightening branches heard
Still to speak some ever more delightful word.
All the mists that swim
Round the dawns that grow less dim
Still wax brighter and more bright with hope of him.
Round the dawns that grow less dim
Still wax brighter and more bright with hope of him.
All the suns that rise
Bring that day more near our eyes
When the sight of him shall clear our clouded skies.
Bring that day more near our eyes
When the sight of him shall clear our clouded skies.
All the winds that roam
Fruitful fields or fruitless foam
Blow the bright hour near that brings his bright face home.
Fruitful fields or fruitless foam
Blow the bright hour near that brings his bright face home.
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