p. 620 | The Home Circle by Sel.

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 7, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 39.

The Home Circle.

By Sel.

IN THE SHADOW.

I walk through darkened paths, yet know My Father marks the way I go; I cannot see his tender smile, But feel his clasping hand the while; And since he heeds the sparrow's fall, I trust his love, in spite of all.

Borne through the dark by loving arms, I sometimes shrink with vague alarms, Yet closer cling that I may hear The voice that whispers in mine ear. “‘Oh, trembling soul,’ it says to me, “‘Rest in the love that clings to thee.’”

I cannot tell if long the way By which I go through night to day; But, soon or late, I know my feet Will walk in sunshine, broad and sweet; And, soon or late, before mine eyes The radiant hills of peace uprise. —Sel.