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I may not always understand Love's gentle leading; When human needs and human strife have darkened thought, I may not always hear my Father softly pleading, Son, I am leading thee, from paths with danger fraught. Though I may tarry through dark hours of idle dreaming, His tender love is guarding, and He will provide A sure release from strife and discord's woeful seeming, If I but listen for His voice— in Love confide.

Alone with God I walked last night beneath a starlit sky and full-orbed moon. 'Twas in a hilltop garden where I took my way to watch and pray.

There is a stillness comes at evening time, A hush, as if the earth reluctantly, Regretfully, allowed the sun to go, And night to come with its dark pageantry. But there is happiness at morning time— A very gush of joy comes with the dawn; Earth cries aloud its gladness, while birds sing And flowers chant their praise that night is gone.

He who in bonds of finite sense, Submerged in mire of false belief, Encompassed by both doubt and fear, Maligned, betrayed, and bowed by grief, Turns to the Lord—who sees the heart And matter things beholdeth not, But sees man in His image pure, Not doomed to earth or earthly lot— Will reap reward in things of worth, Peace passing understanding sweet, Pure joy that earth takes not away, Clear faith that ne'er can know defeat. In this exalted state of thought, Above the dream that stultifies, He sees the man the Master saw, Free from the maze of mortal lies.

A little silver sea still shines In sunny Galilee, Upon its waves the sunbeams dance Forever joyously. It mirrors skies of brightest blue, And when the sun dips low, The hues of blossoms—rose and gold— Upon its surface glow.

The humble one, whose earnest prayer Is whispered every day, Whose mind is steadfast in the truth, Whose lips no ill can say; Whose hands are ever faithful To the common daily task, Who finds the service worth his while, Nor thanks nor praise doth ask; Whose ears are tuned to charity, To hear its softest plea; Whose eyes in every phase of life Some goodness always see; Whose feet can follow steadily A path grown rough and steep And learn to walk more surely still, Though life's black night be deep— That one will earn life's richest gifts, And conquer time and space; That one will learn eternal life. And see God face to face.

Who would within the precincts walk Of Spirit's sheltered ground; Who would have share in heaven's peace And in its light abound, Let him deny the false beliefs Of erring human sense, And know but good, and good alone— This is his sure defense.

The eagle rests. His prowess through the sky— Long-tested, battling winds that twist and throw, With unseen force, the treacherous undertow— Returns him to his nest.

God is unerring in His ways, A perfect guide to me; The perfect Principle, my God, The all-wise Deity— The God who is, and ever was, And evermore shall be! He lifts me as on eagle's wings To see creation's plan, God's beauty, yea, God's loveliness, In His reflection, man— The brightness of God's glory, when God's handiwork I scan.

Here —where I stand today—is holy ground; It matters not just where that place may be. In busy market place, in field, in town, God's love and care do still encompass me.