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FOREST MELODIES. |
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I hasten'd then, delighted,
Upon my pilgrim way*— Where all before was darkness,
Now broke the light of day ! Although my path is thorny,
And skies are often drear, Yet basks my tranquil spirit.
In sunlight always clear; While the same promise stealeth
Like whispers from the bless'd,— " My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest."
I gaze o'er death's cold river,
Which lies before me now, And shadows, dark with sadness,
Hang o'er my heart and brow. I see the clime eternal,
Which those rough billows lave, And know my soul must struggle
In the mysterious wave— Then, then this sacred promise
Brings gladness to my breast,— " My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest." |
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