Light Between the Trees

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Light Between the Trees

Long, long, long the trail

Through the brooding forest-gloom,

Down the shadowy, lonely vale

Into silence, like a room

Where the light of life has fled,

And the jealous curtains close

Round the passionless repose

Of the silent dead.

Plod, plod, plod away,

Step by step in mouldering moss;

Thick branches bar the day

Over languid streams that cross

Softly, slowly, with a sound

Like a smothered weeping,

In their aimless creeping

Through enchanted ground.

“Yield, yield, yield thy quest,”

Whispers through the woodland deep;

“Come to me and be at rest;

I am slumber, I am sleep.”

Then the weary feet would fail,

But the never-daunted will

Urges “Forward, forward still!

Press along the trail!”

Breast, breast, breast the slope

See, the path is growing steep.

Hark! a little song of hope

Where the stream begins to leap.

Though the forest, far and wide,

Still shuts out the bending blue,

We shall finally win through,

Cross the long divide.

On, on, on we tramp!

Will the journey never end?

Over yonder lies the camp;

Welcome waits us there, my friend.

Can we reach it ere the night?

Upward, upward, never fear!

Look, the summit must be near;

See the line of light!

Red, red, red the shine

Of the splendour in the west,

Glowing through the ranks of pine,

Clear along the mountain-crest!

Long, long, long the trail

Out of sorrow’s lonely vale;

But at last the traveller sees

Light between the trees!