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The sun is sinking in the west, / Long grow the shadows dim; / Have patience, sister, to be blest, / Wait patiently for Him.
Thou knowest love, much love hast had, / Great things of love mayst tell, / Ought'st never to be very sad / For thou too hast lov'd well.
His house thou know'st, who on the brink / Of death loved more than thou, / Loved more than thy great heart can think, / And just as then loves now --
In that great house is one who waits / For thy slow-coming foot; / Glad is he with his angel-mates / Yet often listens mute,
For he of all men loves thee best: / He haunts the heavenly clock; / Ah, he has long been up and drest / To open to thy knock!
Fear not, doubt not because of those / On whom earth's keen winds blow; / God's love shames all our pitying woes, / Be ready thou to go.
Forsaken dream not hearts which here / Bask in no sunny shine; / Each shall one coming day be dear / To love as good as thine.