Of pleasure this world can bestow,
And sighs for another, and flatters its wings,
Impatient—“to whom shall we go?”
4 O blest be that light which has parted the clouds,
And a path to the pilgrim can show;
That pierces the vail which the future enshrouds,
And tells us to whom we shall go!
RELAPSE AND RECOVERY.
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