Canadian Wild Flowers by Helen M. (Helen Mar) Johnson
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It changed the current of my life,
And made each thought a song. There was a glory in the sky, A glory on the trees, And the perfumes of Paradise Were poured on every breeze. I scarcely seemed to walk the earth, My spirit was so light; 'Twas easy then to shun the wrong, So easy to do right. New hopes began to bud and bloom Like blossoms in the spring,-- My heart o'erflowed with tenderness For every living thing. I was no more the thoughtless girl By idle fancy led; Life seemed to me reality, And yet I did not dread To walk along its roughest path: I should not walk alone,-- Another and a better life Was blended with mine own. One blessing more and then, you said Our joy would be complete; Your prayer was answered when I sat At the Redeemer's feet. And deeper, holier grew our love,-- |
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