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 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
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BY-AND-BY.
Ofttimes our path seems smooth, and bright as May,
And full of joyance still from day to day;
Yet by-and-by
Comes Grief to cast chill shadows on the way.
And full of joyance still from day to day;
Yet by-and-by
Comes Grief to cast chill shadows on the way.
Soon fair Content, our sun, is lost to sight;
Now shrouded is the track in fearsome night;
Yet by-and-by
Kind Time will bring once more the welcome light.
Now shrouded is the track in fearsome night;
Yet by-and-by
Kind Time will bring once more the welcome light.
Ever we journey on; through weal, through woe;
Though rough the path even there the wild-flowers grow,
And by-and-by
Gleam God's high bastions, afar, aglow.
Though rough the path even there the wild-flowers grow,
And by-and-by
Gleam God's high bastions, afar, aglow.
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