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Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, greet me and speed

along the road. My heart is glad within, and the breath of the

passing breeze is sweet.

From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, and I know that of

a sudden the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.

In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile

the air is filling with the perfume of promise.

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Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever comes.

Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes,

comes, ever comes.

Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind, but all their

notes have always proclaimed, "He comes, comes, ever comes."

In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path he

comes, comes, ever comes.

In the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of

clouds he comes, comes, ever comes.

In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart,

and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to

shine.

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