第16章 POEM: THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN

I reach my hand to thee!

Stoop; take my hand in thine;

Lead me where I would be, Father divine.

I do not even know The way I want to go, The way that leads to rest:

But, Thou who knowest me, Lead where I cannot see, Thou knowest best.

Toys, worthless, yet desired, Drew me afar to roam.

Father, I am so tired;

I am come home.

The love I held so cheap I see, so dear, so deep, So almost understood.

Life is so cold and wild, I am thy little child -

I WILL be good.