The Life For Which I Long
By John Greenleaf Whittier, Brahmin Era Poet

When on my day of light the night is falling,
  And in the winds from unsunned spaces blown,
I hear far voices out of darkness calling
  My feet to paths unknown.

Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant,
  Leave not its tenant when its wall decay;
O love divine, O Helper ever present,
  Be Thou my help and stay!

Be near me when all else is from my drifting,
  Earth, sky, home's picture, days of shade and shine,
And kindly faces to my own uplifting
  The love which answers mine.

I have but Thee, O Father! Let Thy spirit
  Be with me, then, to comfort and uphold;
No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit,
  Nor street of shining gold.

Suffice it if, my good and ill unreckoned,
  And both forgiven through Thy 'bounding grace,
I find myself Thy hands familiar beckoned
  Unto my fitting place —

Some humble door among Thy many mansions,
  Some sheltering shade where sin and striving sees,
And flows forever through heaven's green expansions
  The river of Thy peace.

There, from the music round about me stealing,
  I fain would learn the new and holy song,
And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing,
  The life of which I long.

Source:  Our Favorites, By Mrs. General O.C. Maxwell, p.90

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