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Lord of Love, Thy servant thus doth pray: / Abide Thou where my Lady deigns to stay, / Yet send Thy peace to lead me on my way;
Because the memories of the things that were -- / That little blessed while with Thee and her -- / Make me a heavy-hearted traveller.
And so, when some plain irks, or some steep hill, / I -- knowing that Thy will was once our will -- / Shall be most sure Thou livest with her still,
And only waitest -- Thou and she alone -- / Until I know again as I have known / The glory that abideth near our throne.