Poems (Rumell)/The path
THE PATH
I seem to be groping in the darkness,
When I would see my way, so clear!
But sometimes the wondrous light
Of real day, glows all about me:
And I know no thot of fear!
I hear such wonderful music and see
A glorious Vision, come from out this day-
I feel that Thou dost lead me;
For there remains the Path and the music,
When the Vision, hath faded away!
When I would see my way, so clear!
But sometimes the wondrous light
Of real day, glows all about me:
And I know no thot of fear!
I hear such wonderful music and see
A glorious Vision, come from out this day-
I feel that Thou dost lead me;
For there remains the Path and the music,
When the Vision, hath faded away!