Keep Hold Of My Hand

Lotc, togvthér wTe treading life's bWnttfnl EtepahTcTnwJUUlÜ, I ■■ stumbleaiid fntl! I hear sounds "f et music-ÜoweM bloom . by the rxwlji1e; But Jr voicc ul yur MjlOtop are swectcr tbau all. Iland In h.in.l, heart to heart, let ue go on to(ether, Eaoli för cacli maUing simshine the happ? (l:ty throuffn. Keep lilá of my lK.m, love.tbe .laymayhave Blorm-clüiuis ; Yet together we'll pray tluit storm cloudo be few. Love, keer hol.) nf my haurt. IIow the bvee.o lviivnnce-la'lett, Is makiiiR swect muiMe the tree-tops anin. lint Uip winter is coming, aml the jiitiless tiiglit-wlnfl ■-11 wail thro' tlie trees wlicre the zepliyrs have sunic. Then, as now, love, keep hold of my liand. j ow thL rotes ABddatsies bloom fair 'neath or hurvyins feet. But they teil us the flowera Wffl withcr, ana briars Ee lelt, for the trindscattered roses eo swect. But, desv, tho' the wind and the snow and the fitorm-cloud All sluml.l come where tho lireath of the Slimmer has lieen, Still keep hold of my hand, and our hcarts will be warmer; We'll be stmnger to stand 'gainst thesorrow and sin. So keep hold of my hand, let your dear face, love-liirlitecl, Looking down in to mine, teil againof your love. The day shineth bright, Uut the light of your presence Enhanees the snnlight tliat etreams froni above. The great stvesm of our Ufe bears us on, with its riv niets Singing snert as they roll o'er the bright golden sanrt. Let ns ask that the waves may be ever as gentle, And t hou, ohl my darling, keep hold of my hand.