PLANTATION MELODIES. 99
1 O sometimes the shadows are deep,
And rough seems the path to the goal,
And snows sometimes, how they sweep,
Like tempests down over the soul.
Chorus.
O then to the rock let me fly,
To the rock that is higher"than I;
Then quick to the rock let me fly,
To the rock that is higher than I.
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