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For | For His sake, excited greatly | ||
Is this heart of mine today. | |||
I | Expecting His advent I've kept waiting, | ||
Gazing at the roadway. | |||
I see lightning streaks amid the gloom of clouds; | |||
Peacocks dance, fanning their tails, oh wow! | |||
So now, can my Sweet Dear appear far behind? | |||
My heart and mind rise thrilling with delight. | |||
How many falls went crying out the door; | |||
many | How many springs did quietly withdraw! | ||
My garland of hope, dried up had it become; | |||
But He came at long last, hearing my call. | |||
He | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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