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/ On starlit height, distant 'gainst horizon, bright / The Way of the Cross is outlined, / By rocky steeps barren 'mid dangers unseen, / A narrow straight pathway doth wind. / The sighing winds whisper of sacrifice, toil, / And foot-prints where pilgrims have trod / Are crimson and tear-washed, where fissures are rent / Wierd spirits of pain flit abroad.
A woman in sadness e'er watching this Cross / Revealed in the morn of her life, / To travel o'er mountains alone through the storm / Means suffering and wearisome strife. / 'Mid pitfalls of doubtings and barriers high, / A valley called Vale of Delight, / Appears to her vision, its beauties aglow / With charms all alluring to sight.