SURRENDER.
By Gertrude Hall.
Then lead me, Friend. Here is my hand,
Not in dumb resignation lent,
Because thee one cannot withstand—
In love, Lord, with complete consent.
Lead—and I, not as one born blind
Obeys in sheer necessity,
But one with muffled eyes designed,
Will blindly trust myself to thee.
Lead.—Though the road thou mak’st me tread