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thirty-five.
Nor painless can she look behind,
On pitfalls that she did not shun;
Sure paths her heart refused to find;
And guides that led her from the sun.
On pitfalls that she did not shun;
Sure paths her heart refused to find;
And guides that led her from the sun.
Then good seemed false, and evil true;
Now out of evil blossoms good;
Life maps into a broader view,
Its needed shadows understood.
Now out of evil blossoms good;
Life maps into a broader view,
Its needed shadows understood.
Here at the half-way house of life,
Upon these summer highlands raised,
Her thoughts are quieted from strife,
Peace grows wherever she has gazed.
Upon these summer highlands raised,
Her thoughts are quieted from strife,
Peace grows wherever she has gazed.
The spirit of the beauteous Now
She deeply quaffs, for future strength,
And forward leans her shaded brow
To scan the journey's waiting length.
She deeply quaffs, for future strength,
And forward leans her shaded brow
To scan the journey's waiting length.
Not down-hill all the afternoon;
Though hides the path in many a vale,
It upward winds to sunset soon;
To mountain summits far and pale.
Though hides the path in many a vale,
It upward winds to sunset soon;
To mountain summits far and pale.
