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 What daunts thee now? what shakes thee so?
My sad soul say.
“I see a cloud like a curtain low
Hang o'er my way.
“Whither I go I cannot tell:
That cloud hangs black,
High as the heaven and deep as hell
Across my track.
I see its shadow coldly enwrap
The souls before.
Sadly they enter it, step by step,
To return no more.
They shrink, they shudder, dear God! they kneel
To Thee in prayer.
They shut their eyes on the cloud, but feel
That it still is there.
In vain they turn from the dread Before
To the Known and Gone;
For while gazing behind them evermore
Their feet glide on.
Yet, at times, I see upon sweet pale faces
A light begin
To tremble, as if from holy places
And shrines within.
And at times methinks their cold lips move
With hymn and prayer,
As if somewhat of awe, but more of love
And hope were there.
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