Poem October 23, 1902 Issue

A Prayer

ELIZABETH EARL JONES.

Oh lead and light me, all the rugged way,
As a fond mother leads her little child;

When night seems darkest, tell me of the day,
And when I weep let me behold Thy smile.

Thy tender love doth all suffice for me:
But should I ever from Thy paths depart.

O loving Father, turn me back to Thee,
E'en though the turning seem to break my heart.

As the false sense of man is crucified,
Let me arise with Christ, above the gloom

Of sin and sense and self,—all purified,—
And triumph with the Master o'er the tomb.

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