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LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF ITINERANCY. 355
Where are the shadows ? There might seem to be
Darkness to them whose hopes are clinging here— But 0 ! the path before us seems to me'.
Light with the glories of a holier sphere ! ;
All, all in prospect to my mind is clear,— The smiles of Jesus fall upon my soul;
The breathings of his Spirit sweet I hear, Directing onward to the heavenly goal; And even now I see the gates of heaven unfold!
Where are the shadows? Tell me, dearest one J I know thy heart has trembled oft for me,-—
It would have throbb'd with pleasure, hadst thou known How bright I thought this narrow way to be, And how I wish'd to tread it too with thee!
It shines so radiant with my Saviour's love— -So straight a course to immortality,
While angel banners seem to float above,—
O ! I esteem it sweet in such a path to rove!
But thou hast told me there is many a thorn, To pierce the spirit in the path we tread;
And be it so :—the glorious light of morn Has o'er our souls its dewy lustre shed, And nature's dismal shadows—all have fled !