The Upward Path

MARGARET HOUSTON KAUFFMAN

"Father, " I said, "the night is very dark;
Strange sounds do throng my pathway; no stars shine;
I stumble as I climb, and miss the mark."
"Child, lay thy hand in Mine!"

"Where is Thy hand, O Father? I am blind.
The fear and darkness rob my eyes of sight."
"Reach forth thine own, my child, if thou would'st find
My hand, within the night."

Oh, hand of Love that met my reaching hand!
Oh, arms of Love that folded me around!
Swift as that touch, the dawn broke o'er the land;
I stood on holy ground.

And all strange sounds of trembling hours
I traced to rivers flashing in the dawn,
To song of birds, and stir of opening flowers,
My feet had stumbled on.

Oh, swift and glad ascent; the path, how clear!
The summit of my hopes doth bravely shine.
Gone are the darkness, Father, and the fear,—
My hand lies safe in Thine.

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