Psa. 130:6.
OH when shall the fair day break, and the
hour of gladness come,
When I to my heart's Beloved, to Thee, O
my Lord, go home?
O Lord, the ages are long, and weary my
heart for Thee,
For Thee, O my one Beloved, whose Voice
shall call for me.
I would see Thee face to face, Thou Light
of my weary eyes,
I wait and I watch till morning shall open
the gate of the skies;
The morn when I rise aloft, to my one, my
only bliss,
To know the smile of Thy welcome, the
mystery of Thy kiss.
For here hath my foot no rest, and mine eye
sees all things fair
As a dream of a land enchanted, for my
heart's love is not there;
And amidst the thronging of men I am
lonelier than alone,
For my eye seeketh One I find not, my heart
craveth only One.
H. Suso.