I Would by Irene E. Angleman

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 5, 1916

I Would

By Irene E. Angleman

I WOULD we grew more gentle day by day; I would that smiles more often came to play About our lips, to dwell within our eyes; I would that we could see in God's fair skies And more oft the blue and not the somber gray; I would we grew more flowers on life's way.

I would we grew less swift to chide and blame; I would we used more oft love's other name, And that our hearts grew daily yet more kind; I would we were more oft a little blind; And in our homes and on the crowded street I would we heard the coming of His feet.

I would we grew more like a little child; I would our spirits were as pure, as mild, And that the childlike faith might still be ours; I would in all life's dark and lonely hours We, too, might put our hand in his, and say, “I'm not afraid; my Father knows the way.” —Irene E. Angleman.