SHADOWS.
The shadows they lie in the corn-fields
Under the fair blue sky,
Where the winds sweep over the meadows,
Softly the shadows lie.
Under the fair blue sky,
Where the winds sweep over the meadows,
Softly the shadows lie.
The shadows they lie in the courtyards
Of the prisons dark and grim,
Where pinched and haunted faces
Look out from abodes of sin.
Of the prisons dark and grim,
Where pinched and haunted faces
Look out from abodes of sin.
In the highways, too, they linger,
Where the busy crowd goes by,
Each too absorbed or anxious
To note where the shadows lie.
Where the busy crowd goes by,
Each too absorbed or anxious
To note where the shadows lie.
But the darkest of all the shadows,
The shadows that longest last,
Are the shadows of man's own making—
The shadows that sin has cast.
The shadows that longest last,
Are the shadows of man's own making—
The shadows that sin has cast.
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