THE SOUL WAITING by Miss Proctor

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 15, 1859

THE SOUL WAITING.

By Miss Proctor

I AM footsore and very weary, But I travel to meet a friend; The way is long and dreary, But I know that it soon must end.

He is traveling fast, like the whirlwind, And though I creep slowly on, We are drawing nearer, nearer, And the journey is almost done!

Through the heat of many summers, Through many a spring-time rain, Through long autums and weary winters, I have hoped to meet him, in vain.

On the day of my birth he plighted His kingly word to me; I have seen him in dreams so often, That I know what his smile must be.

I have toiled through the sunny woodland, Through fields that basked in the light, And through the lone paths in the forest, I crept in the dead of night.

I will not fear at his coming, Although I must meet him alone; He will look in my eyes so gently, And take my hand in his own.

Like a dream all my toil will vanish, When I lay my head on his breast, But the journey is very weary, And he only can give me rest!