THE MOUNTAIN FOLD

ROBERT E. KEY.

The sunlight fades above the ocean bed,
And through the trees an amber glow burns red,
Tingeing the leaves with gold.
The gentle breath of even rustles by,
As from the height the faithful shepherd's cry
Calleth me to the fold.

And am I ever ready to obey
The call thus coming at the close of day,
When far I roam?
Though steep ascends the rugged path, I climb;
I hear Thy voice, and may Thy will be mine
To lead me home!