Where is the friend I search
for without ceasing?
Where
is the friend I search for without ceasing?
At
sunrise, all my longing’s but increasing;
At
sunset, still he does elude my yearning,
Though
my heart’s burning.
I see
his trace in every force revealing
In
fragrant flowers, in ears of corn now kneeling.
With
every sigh I take, each breath expended
His
love is blended.
I
hear his voice where summer winds are blowing,
Where
woods are singing, rivers swiftly flowing;
I
hear it in my heart most gently singing
And
solace bringing.
Yet
even so a mist from me obscures him:
My
prayer but not my every gaze conjures him.
Ah,
were I face to face where nought can sever,
Embraced
for ever.
Ah,
when in every vein of all creation
And
life there’s beauty found in every station,
How
beauteous then, with clarity eternal,
The
source supernal!
Oh
source of life, of peace, of bliss inspiring,
When
will your wave so pure sate my desiring?
What
can e’er lead me to your flowing fullness
But
death’s still coolness?
My
spirit, be consoled, hope, pray, stay fasting,
Your
friend waves to you: you shall see, be tasting
How
sweet he is and in his arms be sinking,
His
mercy drinking.
Soon
like the ark’s tired dove shall you be making
For
distant shores on which no wave is breaking,
Like
frightened lamb the shepherd’s bosom seeking,
And
his safe keeping.
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