Comrades

MARY BEECHER LONGYEAR

Today we're walking in the narrow path
Which leads to endless life.
The clouds of sense obstruct our sight,
The rocks are steep that scale the height;
Behind, sad memories lure our ears,
And fill us with foreboding fears;
Strange forms glide by with vaporous grace,
While poisoned perfume spreads apace;
The waving trees on either side
Seductive fruit 'mid verdure hide.
We feel the strangeness of our way;
But 'mid the gloom, hope bids us say,
We're walking in the narrow path
Which leads to endless life.

Sweet comrade of my heart's best love,
You're on the path, behind, above—
I know not where; I hear your voice!
To help you, guard you, is my choice,
But Love's stern mandate I obey,—
"Walk thou with me this narrow way;
Give not your thought to kith or kin
Until my joy you enter in."
Some happy day, when clouds shall lift
And light of Love shine through the rift,
When mists of earth-born wraiths take flight
And radiant day dispels the night,
We'll call and answer, though the world divide,
To find that we've been marching side by side,
While walking in the narrow path
That leads to endless life.

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