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WANDERING DOWN.

I AM wandering down life's shady path, Slowly, slowly, wandering down;

I am wandering down life's rugged path, Slowly, slowly, wandering down.

Morn, with its store of buds and dew,
Lies far behind me now;

Morn, with its wealth of song and light,
Lies far behind me now.

'Tis the mellow flush of sunset now,
'Tis the shadow and the cloud;
"Tis the dimness of the dying eve,
'Tis the shadow and the cloud.

'Tis the dreamy haze of twilight now,
'Tis the hour of silent trust;
'Tis the solemn hue of fading skies,

"T is the time of tranquil trust.

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WANDERING DOWN.

The pleasant heights of breezy life,
The pleasant heights are past;
The sunny slopes of buoyant life,
The sunny slopes are past.

I shall rest in yon low valley soon,
There to sleep my toil away;

I shall rest in yon sweet valley soon,
There to sleep my tears away.

One little hour will soothe away
Time's months of care and pain;
One quiet hour will dream away
Time's years of care and pain.

Laid side by side with those I love,
How calm that rest shall be!
Laid side by side with those I love,
How soft that sleep shall be!

I shall rise and put on glory

When the great morn shall dawn;

I shall rise and put on beauty

When the glad morn shall dawn.

WANDERING DOWN.

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I shall mount to yon fair city,
The dwelling of the blest;
I shall enter yon bright city,
The palace of the blest.

I shall meet the many parted ones,
In that one home of joy;
Lost love for ever found again,
In that dear home of joy.

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We shall share our heavenly gladness,
Each with the other there.

We have mingled tears together,
We shall mingle smiles and song;
We have mingled sighs together,
We shall mingle smiles and song.

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THE ROD.

I WEEP, but do not yield,
I mourn, yet still rebel;
My inmost soul seems steeled,
Cold and immovable.

The wound is sharp and deep;

My spirit bleeds within;

And yet I lie asleep,

And still I sin, I sin.

My bruised soul complains
Of stripes without, within;
I feel these piercing pains-
Yet still I sin, I sin.

O'er me the low cloud hung
Its weight of shade and fear;

Unmoved I passed along,

And still my sin is here.

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