Poems (Curwen)/A Little While
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A Little While.
TO ANNIE.
Only a few years longer To tread the thorny road, And then we shall rest In the land of the blest— The city of our God.
Only a little more patience In sorrow and distress, Then the victory won—God's will being done— He will be sure to bless.
Only a little more climbing, Then you and I will stand On the topmost height, And, clothed in white, Enter the promised land.
Only a few more struggles With the world, the flesh, and sin, Then we'll reach the gate And with those that wait And believe, we'll enter in.
Only a few more storms, dear, And the voyage will be o'er,And the danger past, We shall anchor fast On the eternal shore.
Only a little while longer, And these dim eyes of ours Will view with delight, That country so bright, Decked with unfading flowers.
Only a little while longer, And then these weary feet That have tired so soon, Ere yet it is noon, Shall tread the golden street.
Only a little while longer— And the little while won't be long- And then we shall stand With the blood-washed band, Singing the Lamb's New Song,
