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IN THE DEEP FOREST
In the deep forest when the lightning played,
Pallid and frail a wilding flower swayed,
Lifting its blossom from the streaming sod,
Trembling and fearful, like a child dismayed,
Who in the darkness has forgotten God.
Pallid and frail a wilding flower swayed,
Lifting its blossom from the streaming sod,
Trembling and fearful, like a child dismayed,
Who in the darkness has forgotten God.
In the deep forest, in the thunder's roll,
Face to pale face I met with my own soul;
And in its eyes were trouble and alarm,
Like that which held the heaven from pole to pole,
And doubt of God above the night and storm.
Face to pale face I met with my own soul;
And in its eyes were trouble and alarm,
Like that which held the heaven from pole to pole,
And doubt of God above the night and storm.
In the deep forest, when the tempest passed,
The flower smiled unbroken of the blast;
And in the forest, as the day drew on,
Hand in pale hand, with sure eyes upward cast,
My soul and I stood confident of dawn.
The flower smiled unbroken of the blast;
And in the forest, as the day drew on,
Hand in pale hand, with sure eyes upward cast,
My soul and I stood confident of dawn.
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