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WHEN adversity scatters the blossoms from the by-paths on this shore And fanning them over the ocean of sorrow, away from our grasp evermore; When stripped are the paths of our childhood, of every fair flower that blooms, We may find, in a solemn remembrance, their dust on the most hallowed tombs. The valley of life with its carpets all woven in beauty we see Spread out for our walk, and triumphant the dewdrop for you and for me Lets go of the quivering grass-blade. and kisses our feet as we pass: The pearl is a gem in the morning and pronounced, in a symbolized class. We dream of the beauties beyond us, of life and its nourishing tree, And hope from its fullness to garner the fruit, for our transit at sea; So luscious, so sweet in its ripeness, as to beam in the dark- ness of night With a glow of a Garden of Eden; sun-kissed through the Master of light. The charm in the golden-decked treetops, that fringe the great summits around Brings a thought of the promising rainbow, in a Scriptural text to be found. The Golden Text seem the fair blossoms, that charmed in the sweetest degree-- May fruitage maturing await us, as we climb up the path from the sea. |