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 by darkling day, Overpassing, bears away Somewhat of the burden of this weary May.

Night by numbered night, Waning, brings more near in sight Hope that grows to vision of my heart's delight

Nearer seems to burn In the dawn's rekindling urn Flame of fragrant incense, hailing his return.

Louder seems each bird In the brightening branches heard Still to speak some ever more delightful word.

All the mists that swim Round the dawns that grow less dim Still wax brighter and more bright with hope of him,