* * The poetry of Ruth T. Whittlesey * *


Had I but known so many years ago

How long and very rocky was the row-

How hot the sun, how far away was rest,

Would I have chosen what I then thought best?

I thought I'd make the mountain peak alone;

I said I'd move each little blocking stone;

I'd sail the sea and choose the place to land-

I did not need another's helping hand!

Then I was lost-I knew not where to turn;

I knew a day of how to fear and yearn-

I called, and Someone answered-through the night

Held out His Hand and then turned on the Light.

I do not fear-I do not know the way,

But I am saved and I know how to pray.

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