THE ways of the world are full of haste and turmoil: I will sing of the tribe of the helpers who travel in peace. He that turneth from the road to rescue another, Turneth toward his goal: He shall arrive in time by the foot-path of mercy, God will be his guide. He that taketh up the burden of the fainting, Lighteneth his own load: The Almighty will put his arms underneath him, He shall lean upon the Lord. He that speaketh comfortable words to mourners, Healeth his own hurt: In the time of grief they will come to his remembrance, God will use them for balm. He that careth for a wounded brother, Watcheth not alone: There are three in the darkness together, And the third is the Lord. Blessed is the way of the helpers, The companions of the Christ. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEJECTION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MISSIONARY HYMN by REGINALD HEBER THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ODE TO MASTER ANTHONY STAFFORD [TO HASTEN HIM INTO COUNTRY] by THOMAS RANDOLPH A COWBOY'S WORRYING LOVE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 24. BALCOMBE FOREST by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |