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An Unknown Road

The woods were dark, and the night was black,

And only an owl could see the track;

Yet the cheery driver made his way

Through the great pine woods as if it were day.

I asked, "How do you manage to see,

The road and the forest are one to me?"

"To me as well", he replied, "and I

Can only drive by the path in the skies".

I looked above where the tree tops tall

Rose from the road like an ebony wall.

And lo! a beautiful starry lane

Wound as the road wound and made it plain.

And since when the path of my life is drear,

And all is blackness and doubt and fear,

When the tremblings of midnight are here below,

And I see not a step of the way to go,

Then, 0! then I can look on high,

And walk on earth by the path in the sky.