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'And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.' Genesis, Chap. v. v. 24.

He walked with God in holy joy, While yet his days were few; The deep glad spirit of the Boy, To love and reverence grew. Whether, each nightly star to count, The ancient hills he trod, Or sought the flowers by stream and fount, Alike he walked with God.

The graver noon of manhood came, The full of cares and fears; One voice was in his heart—the same It heard through childhood's years. Amidst fair tents, and flocks, and swains, O'er his green pasture sod, A shepherd king on Eastern plains, The Patriarch walked with God.

And calmly, brightly, that pure life Melted from earth away; No pang it knew, no parting strife, No sorrowful decay. He bowed him not, like all beside, Unto the Spoiler's rod, But joined at once the glorified, Where angels walk with God.

So let us walk—the night must come To us that comes to all; We through the darkness must go home, Hearing the Trumpet's call. Closed is the path for evermore Which without death he trod;— Not so that way, wherein of yore, His footsteps walked with God!