Heedless she strayed from note to note,
A maid, scarce knowing that she sang;
The dainty accents from her throat
In undulations lightly rang.
She sang in laughing rhythms sweet;
A bird of spring was in her voice;
Till, on through measures deft and fleet,
She caught the ditty of her choice.
A song of love, in words of...
Serene, i fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;
I rave no more ’gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The...
That I love thee, charming maid, I a thousand times have said,
And a thousand times more I have sworn it,
But ’t is easy to be seen in the coldness of your mien
That you doubt my affection—or scorn it.
Ah me!
Not a single grain of sense is in the whole of these pretences
For rejecting your lover’s petitions;...
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;
I rave no more ’gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The...
[A very aged man in an almshouse was asked what he was doing now. He replied, “Only waiting.”]
ONLY waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown,
Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day’s last beam is flown;
Till the night of earth is faded
From the heart, once full of day;
Till the stars of heaven are breaking
...
“Blessed are they who are homesick, for they shall come at last to their Father’s house.”—HEINRICH STILLING.
NOT as you meant, O learnèd man, and good!
Do I accept thy words of truth and rest;
God, knowing all, knows what for me is best,
And gives me what I need, not what he could,
Nor always as I would!
I shall go to the Father’s...
I sing to use the Waiting
My Bonnet but to tie
And shut the Door unto my House
No more to do have I
Till His best step approaching
We journey to the Day
And tell each other how We sung
To Keep the Dark away.
You taught me Waiting with Myself —
Appointment strictly kept —
You taught me fortitude of Fate —
This — also — I have learnt —
An Altitude of Death, that could
No bitterer debar
Than Life — had done — before it —
Yet — there is a Science more —
The Heaven you know —...
