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The Journey
To tell my journeys where I daily walk,These words thou hearst me use were given me;
Give heed then, when with thee my soul would talk,
That thou the path of peace it goes may see;—
I know no where to turn, each step is new;
No wish before me flies to point the way,
But on I travel with no end in view,
Save that from Him who leads I never stray;
He knows it all; the turning of the road,
Where this man lives, and that, He knows it well;
And finds for me at night a safe abode,
Though I all houseless know not where to dwell;
And canst thou tell then where my journeying lies?
If so thou tread'st with me the same blue skies.
Poem No. 741; early to mid-September 1838
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