Till She Come
O holy wondrous coming of the Lord
That they expected — which they saw indeed,
Though not according to their carnal creed
Of trumpets, and a red avenger's sword —
When all thy perfect glory was outpoured
Upon the faithful watchers, what a meed
Was theirs, — how utterly it did exceed
Their suffering, — how transcendent the reward!
Though all the cultured folk around them railed
And mocked, their watchword in the end prevailed:
Its winged breath was too forceful for the tomb.
With the same patience I my lady's death
Show forth, — I watch with hushed and solemn breath
The clouds that hide her beauty — till she come.
That they expected — which they saw indeed,
Though not according to their carnal creed
Of trumpets, and a red avenger's sword —
When all thy perfect glory was outpoured
Upon the faithful watchers, what a meed
Was theirs, — how utterly it did exceed
Their suffering, — how transcendent the reward!
Though all the cultured folk around them railed
And mocked, their watchword in the end prevailed:
Its winged breath was too forceful for the tomb.
With the same patience I my lady's death
Show forth, — I watch with hushed and solemn breath
The clouds that hide her beauty — till she come.
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