The Herald said—
“Thou must watch and wait,
And water the earth, and strew the flowers.”
But the soul made answer—
“The desolate
Must watch in prayer, and must wait in shame,
In tears must water, and long for the day;
But if as I strew the flowers He came,
From myself and my tears I should pass away.
For He strikes the chords of the heavenly lyre,