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My answered prayer came up to me, / And in the silence thus spake he: / "O you who prayed for me to come, / Your greeting is but cold and dumb."
My heart made answer: "You are fair, / But I have prayed too long to care. / Why came you not when all was new, / And I had died for joy of you. "