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WESTWARD HO!.
Who knows what bright October suns
May light up distant valleys mild,
Where as our pathway downward runs
We see Joy meet us, like a child
May light up distant valleys mild,
Where as our pathway downward runs
We see Joy meet us, like a child
Who, sudden, by the roadside stands,
To kiss the travellers' weary brows,
And lead them through the twilight lands
Safely unto their Father's house.
To kiss the travellers' weary brows,
And lead them through the twilight lands
Safely unto their Father's house.
So, we 'll not dream, nor look back, dear!
But march right on, content and bold,
To where our life sets, heavenly clear,
Westward, behind the hills of gold.
But march right on, content and bold,
To where our life sets, heavenly clear,
Westward, behind the hills of gold.
