Could I but know each step that I
Must tread unto the end;
Were I to have life’s devious chart,
Complete, placed in my hand,
With every burden there portrayed,
And every task well planned,
The joys to know, the griefs to bear,
The causes to defend,
How automatic life would be!
Thy way is best, hold thou the chart,
Permit me but to know
Each day, the duties to perform,
Each hour, the way to go;
And I, thy will, shall strive to do,
As faith e’er stronger grows,
And knowledge into wisdom blends,
As stream to river flows,
Until at last I meet with thee.
--FRANK L. CONNOR, _The Progress Magazine_.
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