[Written for the Sentinel]

Along the Way

Make straight His road so interlaced,So covered o'er with self;Let me but see amid the gloomThe vision of Thyself,So lowly sweetThat, in the seeing, I may graspSomething of love to help me passUndaunted on my way.

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