HUMILITY

ELLA SUMNER HANLEY.

I trod the darkened road of sorrow. For my guide,
Walked one whose silent form I failed to see
For tear-blind eyes. With face averted, low I sighed,
"Who art thou?" and the answer came, "Humility."

"Dear God," I cried, "I love her not. Oh, give release!
I know that face, so still—those eyes brim-filled with pain.
Take from me sad humility—send joy or peace."
Truth touched my eyes and whispered, "Look again."

And lo, beside me, one with willing childlike mien!
Yet, tho' she humbly walked the thorny path along,
In her clear eyes, star-lifted, radiant, serene,
Dwelt all of courage, trust, joy, confidence, and song.

"Ah, welcome one," I breathed, "draw closer to my side.
Who art thou? Joy or peace? perchance serenity?"
"Nay; they are kin—one Father ours," she soft replied.
"I'm one thou, blinded, loved not. I'm humility."

So now, hand clasping hand, we two walk up the way,
Eyes dawn-directed, and a song triumphant sing,
Sweet, eager, joyous, that its reaching music may
To some sad comrade, down the road, Love's message bring.

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