Must win their way through blood and fire. The writhings of a wounded heart
Are fiercer than a foeman's dart. Oft in life's stillest shade reclining, In desolation unrepining, Without a hope on earth to find A mirror in an answering mind, Meek souls there are, who little dream Their daily strife an angel's theme, Or that the rod they take so calm Shall prove in heaven a martyr's palm."
KEBLE.
THE PATHWAY
OF
PROMISE:
OR,
WORDS OF COMFORT TO THE
CHRISTIAN PILGRIM.
SECOND EDITION.
ALEXANDER STRAHAN & CO., EDINBURGH HAMILTON, ADAMS, & CO., LONDON.