Poems (Freston)/If Your Hand Lead

by Elizabeth Heléne Freston

IF YOUR HAND LEAD

Into the dim, uncertain light,
The future casts, I wend my way;
And, if to my poor dazzled sight,
The firefly shines, like Hope's bright ray,—
Of this my heart shall take no heed,
If your hand lead.

If in my path the roses fade
And rue springs forth, and chill winds blow;
Not for smooth ways was courage made,
Will prove a truth my heart shall know:
And Love will hush all other need,
If your hand lead.

If, from the clouds of doubt and fear,
Faith stands,—a glorious vision,—forth,
And strews the world, both far and near,
With blossoms fair, of heavenly birth,
What beauty may spring from the seed,
If your hand lead.