Poems (Greenwell)/The Lesson
THE LESSON.
I said, This task is keen—But even while I spake, Thou, Love Divine, Didst stand behind, and gently over-lean My drooping form, and, oh! what task had been Too stern for feebleness with help of Thine?Spell Thou this lesson with me line by line, The sense is rigid, but the voice is dear; Guide Thou my hand within that hand of Thine—Thy wounded hand!—until its tremblings take Strength from Thy touch, and even for Thy sake Trace out each character in outline clear.