Poems (Kimball)/Security
SECURITY.
DEEP in the grass the trustful lark Conceals its lowly nest, Where cruel eye may seldom mark Or cruel hand molest.
At least approach of footsteps rude The little bird upsprings; From solitude to solitude It soars on swiftest wings.
Far up the azure height it soars Beyond the reach of wrong, And from its modest breast outpours Its rapt, entrancing song.
Thus dwells the pious soul secure, In meditation blest; The foot of pride, ambition's lure, Scarce find the hidden nest.
And when the tempter draweth near, His faintest footsteps heard, Swift on the wings of holy fear She soars as soars the bird.
Free in the vast encircling sky Of God's protecting grace, She pours her matchless song on high Of thankfulness and praise.