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His Time
His Time
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When he is in front of me, I see him there,
When he is not in front of me, I see him everywhere!
At the gate through which he came, as I think of him and his name.
In the garden where we trod, and he pointed at the flower – goldenrod.
At the window, where we behold the full-moon – I hope he comes again soon.
Besides the river where we sat, and un-winded with each other in fondness-full chat.
I see spring, I see rain, I see all the seasons in him.
When he is present, he is with me; when he is away, he is within me!
