With my breath so keen and chilling

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With my breath so keen and chilling,
I have stripped the branches bare;
And my snow-flakes white are filling,
Feather-like, the frosty air.

Coming o’er the lofty mountains,
There I left a robe of white;
I have locked the sparkling fountains,
I have chained the river bright.

from “Winter” by HP Nichols

Veiled is the future before me

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Veiled is the future before me;
Life’s checkered pathway I climb,
God in his goodness revealing
Only one step at a time.
Will the tomorrow be clouded?
Will it bring sunshine for me?
Let me lean harder, dear Saviour,
Let me lean harder on thee.

Sometime, I’ll come to the valley,
Where a grim shadow is thrown;
No human friend can go with me,
Leave me, O Lord, not alone!
Till that bright, beautiful morning,
When all the darkness shall flee,
Let me lean harder, dear Saviour,
Let me lean harder on thee.

by eliza e. hewitt  1851-1920