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MOUNTAIN PASSES.
[Margaret.]
COURAGE, dear heart, we must not both despair :
Somewhere the sun is shining, even now —
Shining on laughing brooks and meadows fair,
Stirring the very breeze that frets your brow.
Surely the path will open farther on,
Tis but a little way that we have gone.
Yes, it is hard — the drenching blinding mist
That, if it could, would shut me out from you ;
The snake Despair that from its fastness hissed ;
The fair false Hope that to the ravine drew ;
But we were saved, we are God's children yet,
He will not let us go, though we forget.
