Part 2 — THE LIGHT OF LIFE.

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BY MRS O. M. P. LORD.

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Thou can’st not dream of darkness now,

My child! so full of radiant light

Thy morning breaks, with song of birds;

That beaming eye no gloomy night

Discerns, when weary petals close,

And birds with folded wing repose.

Nor would I change this fair design;

As well the dew might fall at noon,

Or fierce December’s coming blast

Assail the shrinking flowers of June,

As fall o’er hearts in light arrayed,

From dim, prospective ill, a shade.

And yet, my darling child, the night,

With starless depths, may come, and day,

The sunniest e’en, hath gloomy hours;

What then will cheer the darkened way?

Lo here! where deepest shade appals,

The Saviour’s constant footstep falls.

Seek thou, my child, the record oft,

When faint thy weary heart, and dim

With tears thine eye; our varied life

Revealed in his appears; from him

A light doth pierce the shadows through,

Which fall on heaven’s long avenue.