Chapter 34 : 
Drawing Near The Light
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Author : William Morris

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Lo, when we wade the tangled wood,  
In haste and hurry to be there,  
Naught seem its leaves and blossoms good,  
For all that they be fashioned fair.  

But looking up, at last we see  
The glimmer of the open light,  
From o'er the place where we would be:  
Then grow the very brambles bright.  

So now, amid our day of strife,  
With many a matter glad we play,  
When once we see the light of life  
Gleam through the tangle of to-day.  


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     Chapter 34 -- Added : February 26, 2021

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