(^308) POZKS OJ' BJILlOIOJr,
I UT to thee, do thou repeat
To the first man thou ma.yeat meot
In lane, high~ay, or open etreet-
That he, and we, and all men, move
Under a canopy of love,
Aa broad ae the blue sky above ;
That doubt and trouble, fear and pain
And anguish, all are ahadowe T&in,
That death itself shall not remain;
That weary desert& we may tread,
A dreary labyrinth may thread,
Through dark ways underground be led ;
Yet, it we will One Guide obey,
The dreariest path, the darkeat way
ShAll i.uae out in heavenly day;
And we, on divers shores now cut,
Shall meet, our perilous voyage paat,
All in our Father's houee at last.
And ere thou leave him, say thou this
Yet one word more-they only mlea
The winning of that tiDAl bli-,
Who will not eou.nt it true, that Love,
Blessing, not cursing, rules aboYe,
.And that in it we live and move •
.And one thing further make him know,
That to believe these things are ao,
This firm faith never to forego,
Despite of &11 that seems at atrife
With bleaaing, aU with curaea rife,
That thil u bleaeillg, this u life.
Tan en.
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