Poems (Linn)/A Cautious Hand
THE CAUTIOUS HAND.
AS those who journey slowly in the night,Bearing a lighted lamp to find the way,Still forward reach a cautious hand, lest theyShould stumble on some object hid from sight,And do them harm, I bear thy love with me,A shining glory that all men may know.The glooms of life shrink back before its glowAnd I walk safely; by thy love I see:Yet forward reach out still a cautious hand,Into the dimness of the great Unknown;Searching the path of one who dwells in day,But walks in shadow none may understand.In the love-light my soul, thy soul doth own;While in the outer gloom God leads the way.