Amid the somber shades and deep'ning hush Of night and gathering storm; thro' paths o'ergrown With tangled underbrush, the serpent's lair, Seeking in solitude the place of prayer, Jesus went up alone. Alone and unafraid; no lurking foe But shrank aside as the calm footstep passed.
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