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THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH. While, through the tangled silken haze, Blue eyes looked forth in eager gaze, More starlike than the gems that blaze
 * About a monarch's crown.

My son, there comes to each an hour
 * When sinks the spirit's pride—

When weary hands forget their power
 * The strokes of death to guide:

In such a moment, warriors say, A word the panic-rout may stay, A sudden charge redeem the day
 * And turn the living tide.

I could not see, for blinding tears,
 * The glories of the west:

A heavenly music filled mine ears,
 * A heavenly peace my breast.

"Come unto Me, come unto Me— All ye that labour, unto Me— Ye heavy-laden, come to Me—
 * And I will give you rest."

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