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These quiet autumn days, / My soul, like Noah's dove, on airy wings / Goes out, and searches for the hidden things, / Beyond the hills of haze.
With mournful, pleading cries / Above the waters of the voiceless sea / That laps the shores of broad Eternity, / Day after day it flies.
Searching, but all in vain, / For some stray leaf that it may light upon, / And read the future as the days agone -- / Its pleasure and its pain.
Listening, patiently, / For some voice speaking from the mighty deep, / Revealing all the secrets it doth keep, / In silence, there for me.
Come back and wait! my soul, / Day after day thy search has been in vain, / Voiceless and silent o'er the future's plain / Its mystic waters roll.
God seeing, knoweth best, / And in his time the waters shall subside, / And thou shalt know what lies beneath the tide. / Then wait, my soul, and rest.