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LISTENING.

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I AM listening for the echoes,

As they tremble in the gloom, -

Ere they seek the final slumber,

Of the lonely silence's tomb.

Listening while the joyful paean

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Fills with hope the weary heart,

Or the gentle chord of sorrow

Bids the throbbing tear to start.

Listening for a tread that comes not,

For a voice that speaks no more,

For the welcome word that tells us

That the waiting time is o'er.

Listening, waiting, hoping, praying,

As the daylight fades to gray,

Sink to rest the vesper echoes,

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