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SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
For with the quick lapse Of those bright, pleasant years,
The tinge of this cheek
Has been washed off with tears.
And over this heart
Has a dark shadow past,
And round me there wails A bewildering blast.
But my brother, my brother,
We '11 meet above, Unchanged in affection,
Unchanged in love!
HE KNOWETH THE WAY THAT I TAKE.
Job xxiii, 10.
Dark, dark, and indistinctly traced,
The pathway that I tread, Leading me through a desert waste,
Where flowers lay withered, dead. Oft have I paused with starting tears,
And heart grown sad indeed, Asking amid my doubts and fears,
Where will this pathway lead ? At length such clouds passed o'er my
My heart was like to break, But soon I saw emblazoned high,
" He knoweth the way I take."