27.12.2010, 11:40
THE FOREST GLADE.
As one dark morn I trod a forest glade,
A sunbeam enter'd at the further end,
And ran to meet me thro' the yielding shade —
As one, who in the distance sees a friend,
And, smiling, hurries to him ; but mine eyes,
Bewilder'd by the change from dark to bright.
Received the greeting with a quick surprise
At first, and then with tears of pure delight ;
For sad my thoughts had been—the tempest's wrath
Had gloom'd the night, and made the morrow gray ;
That heavenly guidance humble sorrow hath.
Had turn'd my feet into that forest-way,
Just when His morning light came down the path,
Among the lonely woods at early day.
As one dark morn I trod a forest glade,
A sunbeam enter'd at the further end,
And ran to meet me thro' the yielding shade —
As one, who in the distance sees a friend,
And, smiling, hurries to him ; but mine eyes,
Bewilder'd by the change from dark to bright.
Received the greeting with a quick surprise
At first, and then with tears of pure delight ;
For sad my thoughts had been—the tempest's wrath
Had gloom'd the night, and made the morrow gray ;
That heavenly guidance humble sorrow hath.
Had turn'd my feet into that forest-way,
Just when His morning light came down the path,
Among the lonely woods at early day.