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The Path of Peace
Turn ye turn ye who tread the wandring pathThat leads not to my rest thorn-sprinkled o'er
Why treasure wrath against the day of wrath
And garments buy for burning kept in store
Oh come and I will comfort you indeed
With peace no earthly hand can give your soul
Come buy of me against the time of need
Drink drink the wine from out my flowing bowl
Ye shall not want. Your feet shall find again
The flowery path they lost in younger days
When every hour but added to your gain
Of pleasant fields and birds' inviting lays
And you were led from hill to streamlet on
Nor knew the day was ended till twas gone.
Poem No. 747; fall 1838–summer 1839
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