Passion Flowers (Watson)/Anchored

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Anchored.
Some time, when I am not watching,
 My ship will come home to me.
It will slip through the dusk to its moorings,
 From over the treacherous sea,
And I'll know all my days of waiting,
 And prayers and heart-sick delay,
Have brought my soul into harbor,
 In His own mysterious way.

Some time, when I'm least expecting,
 And my eyes are turned from the sea,
My ship will cast her anchor,
 As she glides o'er the waves to me;
And I'll know all my wistful longing,
 And all my delayed delight
Have wrought for my soul's safe anchor
 In His haven beyond the night.

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