Poems (Coolidge)/Perplexing Paths
PERPLEXING PATHS
Too prone am I the distant scene, With all-perplexing paths between, To view with trembling and with fear, Forgetting thou art ever near;
'Tis hard to take what thou dost mete Of hourly joy or sorrow, To learn, each day must be complete Before there dawns a morrow.
Yet, though thy child is ever frail Thou wilt not suffer me to fail; If, through long years my journey lie, To thee for daily strength I'll cry, So shall ! learn to grasp the hand In tender love outstretched to me, And what I may not understand, In perfect trust to leave with thee.