[Pg 14]

[Pg 14]

[Pg 15]

[Pg 15]

THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH.

THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH.

To that complaining tone—

To walk the world alone.

A moment, and is gone.

Left half a life behind,

For ever from my mind.

Of that complaining wind.

[Pg 16]

To tell the tale of fear

Through many a weary year:

Thou needest not to hear.

Sin’s stern behests to do,

A heavy burden grew—

Yon mountain-range of blue.

No sunlight visiteth,

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