Beloved! no—I will not wish for thee,
Nor call thee from thy dear delightful home!
Resign’d and patient still, O, let me be,
While ’tis my lot in loneliness to roam.
Soon—soon—beloved! I shall go to thee;
The longest life is short—time flies apace;
I know ’tis well thou canst not come to me,
Then would I loiter in my heavenly race.
O, ’twas an evil and a bitter thing,
When I, forsaking thee, my Father God!