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When She Comes Home When she comes home again! A thousand ways I fashion, to myself, the tenderness Of my glad welcome: I shall tremble—yes; And touch her, as when first in the old days I touched her girlish hand, nor dared upraise Mine eyes, such was my faint heart’s sweet... Poet: James Whitcomb Riley	When Love Comes Knocking When love comes knocking at thy gate, Bid him at once depart: He will be patient, and will wait The bidding of thy heart. Tell him he knocketh there in vain; That he may ne’er come in: He ’ll smiling leave, but come again, Thy... Poet: William Henry Gardner	Where Helen Comes Where Helen comes, as falls the dew, Where Helen comes Peace cometh too! From out the golden, western lands, White lilies blooming in her lands, A light of beauty in her face, She passeth on with nameless grace. Before her fly the shades of life—... Poet: John Jerome Rooney	When the Kye comes Hame Come, all ye jolly shepherds That whistle through the glen, I ’ll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken: What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o’ man can name? ’T is to woo a bonny lassie When the kye comes hame!... Poet: James Hogg
“When my ship comes in” Somewhere, out on the blue seas sailing, Where the winds dance and spin; Beyond the reach of my eager hailing, Over the breakers’ din; Out where the dark storm-clouds are lifting, Out where the blinding fog is drifting, Out where the... Poet: Robert Jones Burdette	Before He comes we weigh the Time! Before He comes we weigh the Time! 'Tis Heavy and 'tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight. Poet:	Spring comes on the World — Spring comes on the World — I sight the Aprils — Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative, Touched to Conditions By a Hum. Poet:	There comes a warning like a spy There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away — Poet:
There comes an hour when begging stops, There comes an hour when begging stops, When the long interceding lips Perceive their prayer is vain. "Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword Than from a disappointing God "Disciple, call again." Poet:	Victory comes late — Victory comes late — And is held low to freezing lips — Too rapt with frost To take it — How sweet it would have tasted — Just a Drop — Was God so economical? His Table's spread too high for Us... Poet: