Then lead me, Friend. Here is my hand,
Not in dumb resignation lent,
Because thee one cannot withstand--
In love, Lord, with complete consent.
Lead--and I, not as one born blind
Obeys in sheer necessity,
But one with muffled eyes designed,
Will blindly trust myself to thee.
Lead.--Though the road thou mak'st me tread
Bring sweat of anguish to my brow,
And on the flints my track be red,
I will not murmur--it is thou.
Lead.--If we come to the cliff's crest,
And I hear deep below--oh, deep!--
The torrent's roar, and "Leap!" thou sayst,
I will not question--I will leap.
"HUMAN DOCUMENTS."
"_For of the soule the bodie forme doth take,
For soule is forme and doth the bodie make._"
--From "An Hymne in Honour of Beautie."--SPENSER.