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Bridges

( Originally Published 1868 )



A. D. F. RANDOLPH

A BRIDGE within my heart,
Known as the " Bridge of Sighs,"
That stretches from life's sunny part
To where its darkness lies.

And when upon this bridge I stand,
To watch the tides beow,
How spread the shadows on the land !
How dark the waters grow !

Then as they wind their way along
To sorrow's bitter sea,
How mournful is the spirit-song
That upward floats to me,

A song that breathes of blessings dead,
Of joys no onger known,
And pleasures gone ;—their distant tread
Now to an echo grown.

And hearing thus, beleaguering fears
Soon shut the present out ;
The good but in the past appears,
The future full of doubt.

Oh, often then doth deeper grow
The night that round me lies ;
I would that life had run its flow,
Or never found its rise.

II.

A Bridge within my heart,
Known as the Bridge of Faith ;
It spans by a mysterious art
The streams of life and death,

And when upon this bridge I stand,
To watch the tides below,
How gorious ooks the sunny land !
How clear the waters flow!

Then as they wind their way along,
And to a distant sea,
I listen to the angel-song
That sweetly floats to me,—

A song of blessings never sere,
Of love beyond compare ;
And life so vexed and troublous here,
So calm and perfect there.

And hearing thus, a peace divine
Soon shuts each sorrow out,
And all is hopeful and benign
Where all was fear and doubt.

Oh, ever then will brighter grow
The light that round me lies ;
I see from life's becouded flow
A crystal stream arise !



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