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 Down glade and glen and bank it rolled;
It bridged the shaded stream with gold;
And, borne on piers of mist, allied
The shadowy with the sunlit side!
‘So,’ prayed we, “when our feet draw near
The river dark, with mortal fear,
“And the night cometh chill with dew,
O Father! let Thy light break through!
“So let the hills of doubt divide,
So bridge with faith the sunless tide!
“So let the eyes that fail on earth
On Thy eternal hills look forth;
“And in Thy beckoning angels know
The dear ones whom we loved below!”
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