Still beautiful upon the height
And peaceful on the crowded street
Appears to the illumined sight
The imprint of the Master's feet.
The narrow way still parallels
Our thoroughfare and country lane;
Unseen, angelic sentinels
Conduct the pilgrim home again.
Finding the Saviour, he shall find
The prodigal in his own heart
Clothed and restored to his right mind,
As Love's immortal counterpart.
If he but love and not condemn
The self that God has signed and sealed,
Today a man may touch the hem
Of his own sonship and be healed.
