Classic Poem

For the Third Edition of " The City of the Soul. "

How have we fared my soul across the days,
Through what green valleys, confident and fleet,
Along what paths of flint with how tired feet?
Anon we knew the terror that dismays
At noonday; and when night made dark the ways
We bought delight and found remembrance sweet.
Though in our ears we heard the wide wings beat
Ever we kept dumb mouths to prayer and praise.

Yet never lost or spurned or cast aside,
And never sundered from the love of God,
Through how-so wayward intricate deceits,
Lured by what shining toys, our charmed feet trod,
On the swift winds we saw bright angels ride,
And strayed into the moon-made silver streets.