[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE UPWARD PATH

Come , weary traveler, rest a moment here:That which thou vainly seekest now is near;Not by yon earthly path thy hope is found,Nor in earth's gloomy vale shall peace abound.

'Tis fear hides Love's sweet treasures from thine eyes,—Conceals the beaming sun and azure skies;Unclose thy heart, and let Truth's winds todayBlow all this darkening mist of earth away.

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