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When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me,

commanding my presence.

16.

I have had my invitation to this world's festival, and thus my

life has been blessed. My eyes have seen and my ears have heard.

It was my part at this feast to play upon my instrument, and I

have done all I could.

Now, I ask, has the time come at last when I may go in and see

thy face and offer thee my silent salutation?

17.

I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his

hands. That is why it is so late and why I have been guilty of

such omissions.

They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast; but I

evade them ever, for I am only waiting for love to give myself up

at last into his hands.

People blame me and call me heedless; I doubt not they are right

in their blame.

The market day is over and work is all done for the busy. Those

who came to call me in vain have gone back in anger. I am only

waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.

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