Poems (Coolidge)/Perplexing Paths

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

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.