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Awaiting
I shall be gone, my Love, before you fine me,
So long, so long the day till dreams come true;
But I shall leave a blazoned trail behind me,
Clearly defined, to point the way for you.
And when the earthly things that now enthrall you
Unbind their clinging tendrils, one by one,
Then from some far off, lonely peak I'll call you
So you may climb to rest---when strife is done.
Written by Alice E. Furlong
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