As if I stood within a valley deep,
And some one, from the mountain crest,
Kept calling me. Then clearer was the Voice;
As if on wings, I soared aloft to Him,
Who had the Power to bid me come or stay.
Again my heart did beat and vital blood
Surged through my wid’ning veins. I lived again.”
Then Fidus quick recalled a wondrous thing:
He saw the Boy in Joseph’s little shop,
A sick lamb refuged in His tender arms.