[Written for the Sentinel]

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Here I would hold my light on high,With steady hand, and true,That down some darkening way its gleam May guideA faltering step that gropes to find,Mid shadows closing in,A refuge, where in peace it mayAbide.

So I shall turn my thought to Truth,Through error's seeming din,—To Truth, which always waits to healAnd bless;That other thoughts which press and crowdAnd jostle in the strifeFor earthly gain, may feel its calm Caress.

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