A WHISPER TO THE TEACHER.
By H. B. Hartzler
Go, speak to Jesus, first,
Then to the child. Go, let him speak to thee,
Who taught on earth in Judah's waning days,
On mountain slopes, along the pebbly beach,
And on the joyous billows of the sea.
Yes, in the closet hear his voice who spake
As never man did speak. Ask for his mind,
Whose patience bore the burdens of a world.
Ask trustingly: the promise is to thee;
Thou shalt receive. Then meet the child as one
For whom the Saviour died. That ransomed soul,—
God knows,—it may be given thee to lift
The little fledgeling to an angel's seat.
Oh, touch not heedlessly the chords that thrill
To gladness or to woe! Lay gentle hands
On things that tell the tale in other worlds.
Go, speak to Jesus; wait his answering word;
Then tell the trusting child, like one who comes,
Transfigured, from the mount of prayer.
— H. B. Hartzler.