[Written for the Sentinel.]


When I am walking towards the light,
There are no shadows to affright,
The shadows then are all behind,
And out of sight is out of mind.

But when I turn around—ah, then
The shadows all appear again!
And I am frightened as I see
These specters now in front of me.

O simple lesson, just to learn
That when affrighted we can turn
Our faces toward the orb of day,
In whose light shadows flee away.

Thus are we taught we need not fear
Earth's shadows nor its darkness drear,
If when such evils do abound
We do but turn ourselves around

And walk towards Truth, the Light of light,
In whom no shadows are, nor night;
Truth that will ever guide our way
Till we emerge in perfect day.

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