February 26
Companions of the Way (Evening)IN His glory! When the spheres Lighten with that wondrous blaze, How shall all my sins and fears Meet thy dawning, Day of days?
"Nothing hid!" No thought so mean That to darkness it may creep; Very darkness shall be seen, Very death to life shall leap.
Nothing deep, or far, or old; Nothing left in years behind; All the secret self unrolled: Light of God! I would be blind!
Only I shall see a Face In the glory lifted up; And a Hand, the Hand of Grace, Whose sweet mercy held the Cup.
And a Voice, I think, will speak, Asking of each sin-defiled Whom His saving came to seek, As a mother asks her child:
"Wert thou sorry?" "Yea, dear Christ, Very sorry I have been, Wearily Thy ways have missed: Wash my feet, and lead me in."
ADELINE D. T. WHITNEY
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GUARDIAN ANGELS