Classic Poem

Home

The morning sun shone soft and bright,
The air was pure and clear,
My steady steps fell quick and light,
Nor knew my soul a fear.
For though the way was long and cold,
The end I knew not where,
Hope's vivid pictures made me bold
To wait, or do, or dare.

But ah, the change when evening gray
Curtained a cloudy sky,
And languid, I retraced the way
My feet could scarce descry!
By rugged care my heart was bruised,
Hope's rainbow tints were gone;
To this world's watch and ward unused,
I could but stumble on.

The rough wind's breath, the dark sky's frown
Fell like the stroke of wrath,
When—from above a star looked down—
A ray beamed on my path.
The light of Home—oh, blessed light—
To weary wanderers dear!
The light of Heaven, oh, glorious light
To souls that stumble here!

What matters now the weary road,
My toil shall soon be o'er;
And, oh, at last, at home with God
Life's cares shall cark no more.
Be this my hope! Be this my aim!
Though rough the road may be,
Thy feet, blest Jesus, trod the same,
And I would follow Thee.English