THROUGH THE TUNNEL."Yea! though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil."
OW black is the darkness, How sullen the gloom—The train's solemn thunder, Through the tunnel's drear tomb;The eye cannot pierce it, Though the eye is awake;Vain are her efforts, The death-gloom to break.Fierce sparks and cinders Now shiver the gloom;Tho' this be but transient In the tunnel's black tomb;'Tis the valley of shadows— "The shadow of death,"Tho' awake we pass through it, Tho' living—in breath.
