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For, surely, then I should have sightOf Him I wait for day and night,With love and longings infinite.
My apprehensions come in crowds;I dread the rustling of the grass;The very shadows of the cloudsHave power to shake me as they pass:I question things, and do not findOne that will answer to my mind;And all the world appears unkind.
Beyond participation lieMy troubles, and beyond relief:If any chance to heave a sighThey pity me, and not my grief.Then come to me, my Son, or sendSome tidings that my woes may end;I have no other earthly friend.
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