And she can walk wherever she will— She walketh never alone. The work she does is the Master's work, And God guards well His own.
DESPAIR.
We catch a glimpse of it, gaunt and gray, When the golden sunbeams are all abroad; We sober a moment, then softly say: The world still lies in the hand of God.
We watch it stealthily creeping o'er The threshold leading to somebody's soul; A shadow, we cry, it cannot be more When faith is one's portion and Heaven one's goal.
A ghost that comes stealing its way along, Affrighting the weak with its gruesome air, But who that is young and glad and strong Fears for a moment to meet Despair?
To this heart of ours we have thought so bold All uninvited it comes one day— Lo! faith grows wan, and love grows cold, And the heaven of our dreams lies far away.