SLOWLY I followed on, Stumbling and falling. All the air sparkled; All the air sung. Even to my dull heart Glory was calling; Slowly I followed on, Stumbling and falling. Great wings arched over me, Purple and amber; Night was all color, Night was all gleam. Wearily up the hill Needs must I clamber, Though wings arched over me, Purple and amber. Proudly the chorus pealed While I was panting. Winds were all music, Voices all praise; Brooks, birds, the waving trees Joined in the chanting; Proudly the chorus pealed, While I was panting. Late came my aching feet, Late to the manger; All slept in silence, All dreamed in dusk Under the same dear stars. No star a stranger. Late came my aching feet, Late to the manger. Kissing a baby's hand, Painfully kneeling, Sweet little drowsy hand, Honey of heaven, Swift through my twisted limbs Glowed a glad healing, Kissing a baby's hand, Kissing and kneeling. |