Far from Truth's narrow, upward path my feet
Had strayed and over trampled grasses made
Their way. Confused and lost in noise and heat
Of surging throngs, I closed my eyes and prayed,
And lo, I heard Love's mountain horn blow clear
And sweet from heaven's citadel sublime.
My earth weights fell away, the yoke of fear
Dropped down; and on Truth's path once more I climb.
The mountain horn of Love now leads me on;
With humble heart I listen for its call.
So near the summit now, so bright the dawn,
My joyous steps shall never stray nor fall.
No shouting mob can drown Love's constancy,
From peak to peak God calls eternally.
Poems
The Mountain Horn
From the February 1953 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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