ARAMINTA.
Stay just a moment! Tell me how
You’re going? Wings will weary;
And there’s no steamboat in the sky;
The way is long and dreary.
ROBIN.
There’s One above, who will not see
A sparrow fall unheeded;
He, ’Minta, will watch over me,
And give me strength when needed.
I’m going where the orange glows,
Like gold, thro’ the emerald leaves, love;
I’m going where its richest rose
The laughing summer weaves, love.
ARAMINTA.
But tell me, Robin, how you’ll find
The route you want to glide on;
There are no sign-posts in the air,
Not even a road to ride on!
ROBIN.
Ah, little one! I cannot err,
With His true hand to guide me;
His care is ever o’er my way,
His helpful love beside me.
