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THE LONE PILGRIM

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 27, 1859

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 14, No. 23.

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THE LONE PILGRIM.

By S. A. Richmond

While passing through the desert drear, I laid me down and slept, And as I slept a form appeared, And as I gazed he wept.
Then cried I, Why weepest thou? Why art thou thus cast down? Is not thy treasure laid on high? Hast thou not there a crown?
Do conflicts sore, thy way oppress, And many foes deride, While passing through the wilderness, Thy feet to turn aside?
Look up, lone pilgrim, and believe, Bid all thy fears be gone, Prepare a blessing to receive, Awake, arise! "'tis morn."
S. A. RICHMOND.