III.

"Hope deferred maketh the heart sick; The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul.--PROVERBS xiii, _v._ 12, 19.

I am watching--I am waiting; And my heart droops sad and low. No glad message brings me comfort As the moments come and go. While the flowers bask in sunshine; While birds sing on every tree; I am weary--weary, waiting-- For a message, love, from thee.