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"I'm walking in the shadows; The trek is dark and long; The hollow rings with sadness, And weaker grows the song .Thou, Who in heaven's kindness Our pains and sorrows still This doubly wretched pilgrim With love's refreshment fill. The sun from yonder hill tops Strike fire that brims the green; The world is fast receding, And sounds seraphic ring. My faults are jagged summits; My singing dreams, a light; My task! may it be finished Ere I languish in the night. .... H. L. B. Sr. In The Shadows." |