Song
Reading edition
Where is the waiting-time? Where are the fears? Gone with the winter's rime, The bygone years. O'er life's plain, lone and vast, Slow treads the morn, Night shades have moved and passed, Joy's day is born.
THE END.
Reading edition
Where is the waiting-time? Where are the fears? Gone with the winter's rime, The bygone years. O'er life's plain, lone and vast, Slow treads the morn, Night shades have moved and passed, Joy's day is born.
THE END.