This is my delight ,thus to wait and
watch at the wayside where shadow
chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers,with tidings from
unknown skies,greet me and speed
along the road.My heart is glad
within, and the breath of the passing
breeze is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here
before my door,and I know that of a
sudden the happy moment will arrive
when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I
sing all alone. In the meanwhile the
air is filling with the perfume of
promise.
Sabethville 