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# HINDERED L2IVES. # 
 
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 EMMA J. NICKERSON. 
 
 How many mid Life's shadows grope, 
 Afraid to fear, afraid to hope, 
 For Lives are tangled at the best ; 
 And hearts by sorrow oft' oppressed 
 
 That know no easing : 
 But even thus, we learn to say 
 "The hindered purpose of to-day 
 
 Makes stronger our to-morrow." 
 
 O, hindered Uves ! O, weary souls ! 
 The sun is shining on 3'our goals ; 
 Above this tempest of unrest 
 Glad songs are waiting your behest 
 
 That have no ceasing : 
 Look up, and with brave spirit say 
 "Night shadows roll in mists away 
 
 To greet ttie Golden morrow." 
 
 How many those, who, all unknown. 
 Share burdens none may bear alone ; 
 By Sorrow's hand God's gold is tried. 
 And ail souls must be purified 
 
 Through Faith's affliction : 
 The World awaits Love's light to-day, 
 And all unconscious, while we pray, 
 
 'Tis breaking, for to-morrow. 
 
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