Perth Amboy evening news., 1912-06-13

10 swallow waters gently lea the
way,
Pointed a surer path and sped away.
Third.
Sleeper and I've sleeper as we
went,
It's staring face the roadway upward
bent;
Straight to the rugged front we set
our will,
Up the shay edge of Difficulty Hill.
Day after day we climbed the rugged
side,
But higher seemed the hill as more
we tried;
Often exhausted on the turf we lay,
And groaning cried against the grew
ious way,
Or longed to hurtle every bone
Against hat glazing face of sharp
edged stone;
But guardian angels must have hoy
cred there
We never quite lost hope or failed
to dare!
And suddenly when least the
thought seemed true,
We stood on high beneath a cloud
less blue:
Lightly the rolic zephrys touched
the mount,
And shook in ripples DER each way
side fount,
Or kissed apart the lace of leafy
bower,
To show within the frame a palace
It was the last of June, and mellow
notes
OF love came warbling from a thou
sane throats;
From every fowery cup a fragrance
sweet,
And many a shingly dell for weary
feet;
So here we stayed In palace, tower
and nook,
TIL fading summer cast a parting
look
On each devoted haunt, and likewise
Stole gently from this mount of
ecstacy.
Chill Autumn did you know the
bitter pain
She felt to leave this weeping world
AGAIN.
Or did you chance to catch the ten
der tear
We shed together on hat mount so
dear?
The barren tress hat over skirt your
crest
But told the lonely feelings of our
breast,
AS silent the descending path we
took
For hard the climb but hard the
down look.
Fourth.
Into Humiliation's vale we went
Shame's lawless den where many a
life is spent;
Where clouds In dire confusion
haunt the air,
And in the dark flames up the In
fernal glare;
With hideous road A~pollyon aims
his darts,
~Straddles the bloody path to pierce
mems hearts:
And many fall and lie upon the sod,
To few the victory and conqueror's
rod!
There plunged we in the night
through Deaths grim vale,
Mongst tiaring flames and horrors
CHASTITY wall.
In cringing fright we sought to flee,
then came
Cutting the clouds OF night a sense
of shame.
onward we vel CROPPED, closed every
ear
To the foul-breathed whisperings of
fear;
Ever we family hoped till gray
borne day
Came battling through the clouds in
bold array;
Till Phoebus with a burst of light
emerged,
And thankful hymns of praises up
ward surged!
Fifth.
The third Autumnal sun had dim
med the arch
or Heaven, while beating out the
measured march,
Under His steel-blue blessing we
To Aprh's stormy day, under a
Long arrow-shafted sunbeams smote
the track,
And licked the dew from thirsty
flower and crack,
Driving our steps to yon dark strip
Vi Slldut,
To wander all unknown a giants
glade
Then a tempestuous storm the
heavens dashed;
All earth was deluged, as the thun-
ders crashed
On every trembling tree, and struck
black night
In sudden horror on our wretched
plight.
Now conquer cruel Dispair, torment
ing Doubt,
'Tis easier to get in your realms
than out;
Knot your bold brow, swing high
your crabtree fail,
List In your dingy house to our
lonely wall,
But strain your twisted a to the
rusty gate.
Seekers of Truth no mortal can be
late:
Its portals swing to the touch of our
golden key
OF promise, sweet herald of Liberty*
Now dance to the JOY of the ~victor's
song!
Laugh it and sing it and rush 1t
along!
Dance for the third hard year is Ger;
Sing, for the fourth doth show
Truths shore,
Out on the vista afar DER the way;
This is the last of the Pilgrims lay,
So dance to it's music. TRIP to its
song
Twill be but a vanishing echo e'er