A Footprint.
A sweet song spoke to me one day,
Behind a prayer that passed my way,
Yet neither would for me delay
The upward flight.
I searched and found a footprint where
The song had tarried; but the prayer
Had left no trace on earth or air.
Straight from the heart it went to God
The song remained to smooth the clod,
And lay a flower upon the sod.
O, envied right!
If but one song of mine could chase
Some sorrow from the heart and face
I know in Heaven ’twould find a place.
