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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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,
And the little while won't be long-
And then we shall stand
With the blood-washed band,
Singing the Lamb's New Song,
