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In golden youth when seems the earth / A Summer-land of singing mirth, / When souls are glad and hearts are light, / And not a shadow lurks in sight, / We do not know it, but there lieu / Somewhere veiled under evening skies / A garden which we all must see- / The garden of Gethsemane.
With joyous steps we go our ways, / Love lends a halo to our days; / Light sorrows sail like clouds afar, / We laugh, and say how strong we are. / We hurry on; and hurrying, go / Close to the borderland of woe / That waits for you, and waits for me- / Forever waits Gethsemane.