Still Onward.
What if the paths be dark and shadowed still
The summit roads and hope hides in eclipse!
Beyond the tangled ways that murmur ill
The touch of tender lips!
Forth on the dark ways though still darker grow
The paths before the groping finger-tips!
Beyond the shadow years our visions know
The touch of tender lips!
Finis.
A sigh and a song,
And a song and a sigh;
But the song helps along
To the sky bye and bye!
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