FRIENDS.
to cara.
THERE is only the river between us, dear,
And we can come and go,
And though you are there and I am here
I am filled with content, for I know
You are moving brightly about the house
Busy with many a task,
And often alone in your fair sweet room
In the morning light or the evening gloom
You think of me,
You pray for me,
And, oh, what more can I ask!
And we can come and go,
And though you are there and I am here
I am filled with content, for I know
You are moving brightly about the house
Busy with many a task,
And often alone in your fair sweet room
In the morning light or the evening gloom
You think of me,
You pray for me,
And, oh, what more can I ask!
Daily, indeed, I wish you were here,
And when I am doubtful or vexed
I long for your counsels calm and clear,
But I do the thing that lies next,
And He who is more than any friend
Makes everything easy and straight,
And it is not so hard as I feared to go
In the way untried, and as long as I know
You think of me
And you pray for me,
For everything else I can wait.
And when I am doubtful or vexed
I long for your counsels calm and clear,
But I do the thing that lies next,
And He who is more than any friend
Makes everything easy and straight,
And it is not so hard as I feared to go
In the way untried, and as long as I know
You think of me
And you pray for me,
For everything else I can wait.
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