SONG OF THE BURDEN-BEARER.
By M. H. Sangster
Over the narrow footpath
That led from my lowly door
I went with a thought of the Master,
As oft I had walked before.
My heart was heavily laden,
And with tears my eyes were dim,
But I knew I should lose the burden
Could I get a glimpse of him. Over the trodden pathway,
To the fields all shorn and bare,
I went with a step that faltered,
And a face that told of care.
I had lost the light of the morning,
With its shimmer of sun and dew,
But a gracious look of the Master
Would the strength of morn renew. While yet my courage wavered,
And the sky before me blurred,
I heard a voice behind me
Saying a tender word;
And I turned to see the brightness
Of heaven upon the road,
And suddenly lost the pressure
Of the weary, crushing load. Nothing that hour was altered;
I had still the weight of care,
But I bore it now with gladness
Which comes of answered prayer.
Not a grief the soul can fetter
Nor cloud its vision when
The dear Lord gives the spirit,
To breathe to his will amen.
—M. H. Sangster, in Witness.