<h2><SPAN name="page53"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>THE VALLEY OF FEAR</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">In</span> the journey of
life, as we travel along<br/>
To the mystical goal that is hidden from sight,<br/>
You may stumble at times into Roadways of Wrong,<br/>
Not seeing the sign-board that points to the right.<br/>
Through caverns of sorrow your feet may be led,<br/>
Where the noon of the day will like midnight appear.<br/>
But no matter whither you wander or tread,<br/>
Keep out of the Valley of Fear.</p>
<p class="poetry">The Roadways of Wrong will wind out into
light<br/>
If you sit in the silence and ask for a Guide;<br/>
In the caverns of sorrow your soul gains its sight<br/>
Of beautiful vistas, ascending and wide.<br/>
In by-paths of worry and trouble and strife<br/>
Full many a bloom grows bedewed by a tear,<br/>
But wretched and arid and void of all life<br/>
Is the desolate Valley of Fear.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page54"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
54</span>The Valley of Fear is a maddening maze<br/>
Of paths that wind on without exit or end,<br/>
From nowhere to nowhere lead all of its ways,<br/>
And shadows with shadows in more shadows blend.<br/>
Each guide-post is lettered, ‘This way to
Despair,’<br/>
And the River of Death in the darkness flows near,<br/>
But there is a beautiful Roadway of Prayer<br/>
This side of the Valley of Fear.</p>
<p class="poetry">This beautiful Roadway is narrow and steep,<br/>
And it runs up the side of the Mountain of Faith.<br/>
You may not perceive it at first if you weep,<br/>
But it rises high over the River of Death.<br/>
Though the Roadway is narrow and dark at the base,<br/>
It widens ascending, and ever grows clear,<br/>
Till it shines at the top with the Light of God’s face,<br/>
Far, far from the Valley of Fear.</p>
<p class="poetry">When close to that Valley your footsteps shall
fare,<br/>
Turn, turn to the Roadway of Prayer—<br/>
The beautiful Roadway of Prayer.</p>
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