WAITING.
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O a merry heart goes hand in hand
With a light, elastic tread, as free
As the air one breathes of his native land,
Or breezes wafted o'er the strand
From spicy islands of the sea.
With a light, elastic tread, as free
As the air one breathes of his native land,
Or breezes wafted o'er the strand
From spicy islands of the sea.
A merry heart is the "mind-cure" true!
For it brings the strength and vigor back
To invalids, that erst they knew,
And quickly gives of the rose's hue
To pallid cheeks the bloom they lack.
For it brings the strength and vigor back
To invalids, that erst they knew,
And quickly gives of the rose's hue
To pallid cheeks the bloom they lack.
A merry heart an index is
Of that sweet peace, whose sure control
Evokes from Life's discordancies
Such wonderful sweet harmonies
As might enchant a seraph soul.
Of that sweet peace, whose sure control
Evokes from Life's discordancies
Such wonderful sweet harmonies
As might enchant a seraph soul.
Waiting.
I waited when the storm was wild,
Until the face of Nature smiled,
And Earth and Heaven were reconciled.
Until the face of Nature smiled,
And Earth and Heaven were reconciled.
I waited when the skies were fair,
And richest odors filled the air,
And sunshine rested everywhere.
And richest odors filled the air,
And sunshine rested everywhere.
