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<p class="poetry">In golden youth when seems the earth<br/>
A Summer-land of singing mirth,<br/>
When souls are glad and hearts are light,<br/>
And not a shadow lurks in sight,<br/>
We do not know it, but there lieu<br/>
Somewhere veiled under evening skies<br/>
A garden which we all must see—<br/>
The garden of Gethsemane.</p>
<p class="poetry">With joyous steps we go our ways,<br/>
Love lends a halo to our days;<br/>
Light sorrows sail like clouds afar,<br/>
We laugh, and say how strong we are.<br/>
We hurry on; and hurrying, go<br/>
Close to the borderland of woe<br/>
That waits for you, and waits for me—<br/>
Forever waits Gethsemane.</p>
<p class="poetry">Down shadowy lanes, across strange streams,<br/>
Bridged over by our broken dreams;<br/>
Behind the misty caps of years,<br/>
Beyond the great salt fount of tears,<br/>
The garden lies. Strive as you may,<br/>
You cannot miss it in your way;<br/>
All paths that have been, or shall be,<br/>
Pass somewhere through Gethsemane.</p>
<p class="poetry">All those who journey, soon or late,<br/>
Must pass within the garden’s gate;<br/>
Must kneel alone in darkness there,<br/>
And battle with some fierce despair.<br/>
God pity those who cannot say,<br/>
“Not mine but Thine”; who only pray<br/>
“Let this cup pass,” and cannot see<br/>
The <i>purpose</i> in Gethsemane.</p>
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