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Beyond
A darkening sky is at my back;
Gaunt woods my westward path oppose,
But every bough is freaked in black
Against a heaven of gold and rose.
Gaunt woods my westward path oppose,
But every bough is freaked in black
Against a heaven of gold and rose.
'Tis leafless March, and bitter cold;
But those stark branches, furred with ice,
Blend in that glow of rose and gold
Like blossomy bowers of Paradise.
But those stark branches, furred with ice,
Blend in that glow of rose and gold
Like blossomy bowers of Paradise.
Oh, Life, when all thy bloom and shade
Are stripped, and age-chilled hearts despond,
How beautiful thou mayst be made
By one bright glimpse of heaven beyond!
Are stripped, and age-chilled hearts despond,
How beautiful thou mayst be made
By one bright glimpse of heaven beyond!
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