[Pg 51] A Meditation—The Shadows Darkness mingles midst the tall green pines that shadow the face of the whole brown earth. Doubt and despair is the fate that we share, all the days of life from the time of one's birth. O, see the pretty moths whose wings have been broken, and they cannot rise with the songs of the breeze. In silence they weep all alone, midst the shadows of the dense dark trees. O, see, the proud souls that weep alone, midst the shadows of the world's despair. Their wings all shrouded with that glory which were theirs, above in the light of the clear bright air. O, see the pretty things that have come from afar; all appareled in the raiments of the homeland gay. Marching in the path of the soul's refining, pretty things which tarry in passing through the shadowed ways. O, look away to the eagle's heights, see the ever green cedars how they cling in every towering ledge. From the tall rocks so white and serene, come stealthily down to the river's edge. O, see, there are enduring souls that never change; who rest secure on higher plains in every clime and age. Along by the rivers and above the shadows in every life that's made, From the tiny urchin to the mighty sage. O, see, there are violets which stand close by the rivers, chaft by the rain and dew. But others are strewn all along upon the mountain sides of blue.[Pg 52] [Pg 52] There is some one always waiting—some one with a soul that is always true, Down by the rivers or upon the mountain sides in the same state as I or you.
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