21.06.2007, 20:30
SHALL I LOOK BACK?
FROM some dim height of being, undescried,
Shall I look back and trace the weary way
By which my feet are journeying to-day,—
The toilsome path that climbs the mountain-side
Or leads into the valley, sun-denied,
Where, through the darkness, hapless wanderers stray,
Unblessed, uncheered, ungladdened by a ray
Of certitude their errant steps to guide?
Shall I look back, and see the great things small;
The toilsome path, God's training for my feet,
The pains that never had been worth my tears?
Will some great light of rapture, bathing all,
Make by-gone woe seem joy; past bitter, sweet?
Shall I look back and wonder at my fears?
FROM some dim height of being, undescried,
Shall I look back and trace the weary way
By which my feet are journeying to-day,—
The toilsome path that climbs the mountain-side
Or leads into the valley, sun-denied,
Where, through the darkness, hapless wanderers stray,
Unblessed, uncheered, ungladdened by a ray
Of certitude their errant steps to guide?
Shall I look back, and see the great things small;
The toilsome path, God's training for my feet,
The pains that never had been worth my tears?
Will some great light of rapture, bathing all,
Make by-gone woe seem joy; past bitter, sweet?
Shall I look back and wonder at my fears?