Have known so long God’s gift of peace, most blest!
Where Cross-Roads Part
Glad roads of Spring—O lanes of laughing May
As fleeting as the shadow-clouds at play
With sunbeams rife upon the grassy green;
O golden lanes—through roads that lie between
Amid what darkened sweep lost I the way?
Or was’t the stripling Youth, whose roundelay
Awoke the echoes of the throbbing day
And changed to gladness all the world’s dull mien,