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 they
Should 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 glow
And 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.
Bearing a lighted lamp to find the way,
Still forward reach a cautious hand, lest they
Should 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 glow
And 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.