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HE days of my life! They flow on like a dream, And I'm nearing the waves of the dim silent stream, Adrift in the darkness—yet fear I no ill, For Goodness and Mercy shall follow me still.

The bright days of Springtime, the sunshine and flowers! No thought then of shadow, of storm-cloud or showers, Long, long have they left me—yet fear I no ill, For Goodness and Mercy have followed me still.

There were dull days in Summer when sullen and gray The thunder clouds broke on the upland way. Though idols were shattered—yet fear I no ill, For Goodness and Mercy have followed me still.

There were fair days in Autumn, when troubles took rest When harvests were garnered, and trials were blest, They have gone like the shadows—yet fear I no ill, For Goodness and Mercy have followed me still.