OVER the narrow footpath That led from my lowly door, I went with a thought of the Master, As oft I had walked before; My heart was heavily laden, And with tears my eyes were dim, But I knew I should lose the burden Could I get a glimpse of Him. Over the trodden pathway, Through the fields all shorn and bare, I went with a step that faltered, And a face that told of care; I had lost the light of the morning, With its shimmer of sun and dew, But a gracious look of the Master Would the strength of morn renew. While yet my courage wavered, And the sky before me blurred, I heard a voice behind me Saying a tender word; And I turned to see the brightness Of heaven upon the road, And suddenly lost the pressure Of the weary, crushing load. Nothing that hour was altered, I had still the weight of care, But I bore it now with the gladness Which comes of answered prayer; No grief the soul can fetter Nor cloud its vision, when The dear Lord gives the spirit To breathe to His will, Amen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 13 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BALLADE OF A TRAVELLER'S JINX by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LOVE IN ARMOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |