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Show WAITING. I was waiting thro' tho springtime, For the rosi Juno would briny, ! L''ivir:i violet? ungtilhorei, l'or'.'umcii May's sweet . ifl-rin c. But when Summer, crowm-d with roe, Wove raro gnrinnis fjr her boworj, In my heart a chill November Si.'lu tho swootnots from tho lliiwer;. I was wuitinir, while my Gupra Touched my harpurinpo carelessly, For the solVr, sweeter music, In the land beyond this aos; Dear old hurp ! atjain I'm waiting, After weary wandering, Let us try a strain togelher: Ahl 1 liud but broken strings! I was wMtinc thro' tho vintage. For tbo sweetest, raroit grapes, Now, but less iho wine-eup holdeth, That I raipo to parched Love, tho love of joys, thou'it bring me, Fool ! and blind I too late I learned, Whil" a princely mien I waited, 1, kingly heart, had spurned. Still I'm waiting for the iosC3 That perfume the Summer Land, Still I'm waiting for tho Vineyard, Where tho rarest grapes abound: Waiting for the crown Lov bought me, "When its price was Calvary; Waiting fjr tho golden harpstring; Waiting, precious Christ, for Tut e. Mrs. Hannah i'anlojn. |