THE WALK by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS

I took a walk in Holy Writ
Upon a pleasant day;
And sweet the blooms that bordered it,
And fair the shining way.
It led me to a meadow wide
By homes of cheery men;
It led me where the waters glide
Soft in a mossy glen.
It brought me to an orchard rare
In fragrant lanes outspread,
And healthful fruits were glowing there
With savory gold and red.
It led me to a mountain height,
Above the gleaming land,
The farms and cities all in sight,
And all of heaven at hand.
And when the evening stars were lit
I found the homeward way:
Oh, dear the walk in Holy Writ
Upon a pleasant day!

I took a walk in Holy Writ
Upon a stormy day,
When crashing bolts the heavens split,
And tempests tore the way.
It led me by a footpath clear
Where sheltering branches bend;
It led me to an inn of cheer,
And there I found a Friend.
He built a fire that warmed me through,
He brought me bread and meat.
A strengthening draught he brought me, too,
Medicinal and sweet.
And then, before the gleaming brands,
He sang of mighty things,
And swept with sure and eager hands
Thought's most imperial strings.
And last, when morning stars were lit,
He set me on my way:
Oh, blessed walk in Holy Writ
Upon a stormy day!

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