"MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND.” 237 And if some things I do not ask In my cup of blessing be, I would have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to Thee; More careful, than to serve Thee much, There are briers besetting every path, That call for patient care, There is a cross in every lot, And an earnest need for prayer; But a lowly heart that leans on Thee In a service which Thy will appoints, For my inmost heart is taught "the truth" That makes Thy children “free”; And a life of self-renouncing love Is a life of liberty. A L. WARING. 238 BEGINNING AGAIN. BEGINNING AGAIN. WHEN Sometimes our feet grow weary On the rugged hills of life, With trial and labor rife, We pause on the upward journey, Glancing backward o'er valley and glen, And sigh with an infinite longing For behind is the dew of the morning, And before are doubts and shadows And the chill and gloom of the night;. And we think of the sunny places We passed so carelessly then, We think of the many dear ones, Whose lives touched ours at times,, Whose loving thoughts and smiles Float back like vesper chimes; BEGINNING AGAIN. And sadly remember burdens We might have lightened then, Ah! gladly would we ease them, Could we "begin again"! And yet how vain the seeking! And who would shrink from the burden, Or sigh for the sunshine that's gone? And it may be, not far before us Wait fairer places than then; Our paths may lead by still waters, Yes, upward and onward forever Will glorify trial and strife; In the joy and peace of the better world 239 240 MORE LIFE. MORE LIFE. NOT weary of thy world So beautiful, O Father, in thy love, Thy world, that, glory lighted from above, Lies in thy hand impearled; Not asking rest from toil; Sweet toil that draws us nearer to thy side; Not to be freed from care, That lifts us out of self's lone hollowness; And leave our burdens there; But O for tireless strength! A life untainted by the curse of sin, That spreads no vile contagion from within; Found without spot at length. For power and stronger will, To pour out love from the heart's inmost springs; In blessing, blessed still! NOT KNOWING. O to be free, heart-free From all that checks the right endeavor here! To drop the weariness, the pain, the fear, To know death cannot be! More life! the life of heaven! A perfect liberty to do thy will; Receiving all from thee, and giving still, Freely as thou hast given! 241 LUCY LARCOM. NOT KNOWING. I KNOW not what will befall me! God hangs a mist o'er my eyes; And o'er each step of my onward path he makes new scenes to rise; And every joy he sends me comes as a sweet and glad surprise. I see not a step before me as I tread the days of the year; But the Past is still in God's keeping; the Future his. mercy shall clear; And what looks dark in the distance may brighten as I draw near. |