The Way

ELENORA E. PIKE

A valley fair before me lies,
Far overhead are azure skies,
The morning light is flooding;
The air the joyous bird-song fills,
At which my heart with rapture thrills;
The waysides all are budding.

Returning warmth of noontide height
Bathes all in wondrous radiance, white;
All nature is alluring;
Each moment more inviting seems
The path, which leads by sparkling streams,
And joy seem all-enduring.

And in the gold of sunset-glow
Are heard sweet birdling vespers, low—
The lullabies of nesting;
The silvery silence of the night
Is with a quiet calm alight,
With all the valley resting.

A vale of peace before me lies,
A flush of promise tints the skies,
The morn of Truth is breaking;
To clearer thought, the way is shown—
A path to mortal sense unknown—
The path which Love is making.

The meek and pure in heart have trod
This way to life complete in God—
The way of consecration;
And now, as Truth and Love unfold,
The promises are, as of old,
Fulfilled in demonstration.

In Christ my consciousness shall be
From mortal error wholly free,
And Truth alone attesting;
Till God my every thought shall guide,
And I in perfect peace abide—
Beside still waters resting.

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