HE knows the way; the pitfalls hidden low
'Neath cooling shade, where we would rest
to-day;
The tangled briers—where the blessings lay
Below.
He knows the heart of man—its childish cry
For glittering crown, for earthly power and
dross,—
That Judas-like would count His gain a loss,—
To die.
He sees the end of all—the bitter wo
Of him who treads the earth with haughty
mien;
The joy that simple faith—tho now unseen—
Will know.
Then when His barriers rise, shall we not say,
"Thy will be done," the darkness 'round us
close,—
And trust His tender mercy? for He knows
The way.
FLORA E. YERGIN.