A JUNE IDYL.
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Dark grows the path I tread;
And when the gloom of night,
Around me and o'erhead,
Shall steal upon my sight,
Oh! shall I then be led
By Thy celestial light?
And when the gloom of night,
Around me and o'erhead,
Shall steal upon my sight,
Oh! shall I then be led
By Thy celestial light?
Thick clouds obscure my sky—
I walk in shifting sand
Where pitfalls thickly lie,
And scarce can understand
That there is ever nigh
My Father's guiding hand.
I walk in shifting sand
Where pitfalls thickly lie,
And scarce can understand
That there is ever nigh
My Father's guiding hand.
Oh! may I not despair,
Though by affliction tried;
Still may I look up where
Sits Christ, the Crucified,
And cast on Him my care,
And in His love abide.
Though by affliction tried;
Still may I look up where
Sits Christ, the Crucified,
And cast on Him my care,
And in His love abide.
A June Idyl.
I dream that I dwell in a beautiful bower,
Transported intact from some tropical land;
Enriched with as rare and bewildering a dower
Of beauty and fragrance as one could demand.
Transported intact from some tropical land;
Enriched with as rare and bewildering a dower
Of beauty and fragrance as one could demand.
