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 comes, ever comes. every day and night he of mind, a song the tast thou not heard his silent steps? He comes, Every moment and every age, comes, comes, ever comes. Many have I sung in manya mood, but all this notes have always proelaimed, the comes comes, ever comes." By the fragrant days of sunny april through The forest path he comes, comes, even comes, By the rainy do gloom of July and nights thundering chariot g clouds he comes, comes, ever comes. In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press my heart and it is the Gobelen Touch of his feet that makes shine. on the my joys