The wild beasts will not harm him in the way;
Even the earth is gentler where he treads.
The blooms about him lift their lovely heads
To bless his passage. With a softer ray
The sun smiles on him through his traveling day,
And round his steps a holier radiance sheds.
But when earth's shadow in his pathway spreads,
He knows no tumult—knowing how to pray.
He looks before him, all his road grown clear,
His dear affections filled with daily grace.
He is at one with all things true and good,
And lifts to heaven a heavenly listening ear.
He travels sacred in a secret place
Of Love made plain and Soul well understood.
