A SONG OF THE BURDEN BEARER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER

OVER the narrow footpath
That led from my lowly door,
I went with a thought of the Master,
As oft I had walked before;
My heart was heavily laden,
And with tears my eyes were dim,
But I knew I should lose the burden
Could I get a glimpse of Him.

Over the trodden pathway,
Through the fields all shorn and bare,
I went with a step that faltered,
And a face that told of care;
I had lost the light of the morning,
With its shimmer of sun and dew,
But a gracious look of the Master
Would the strength of morn renew.

While yet my courage wavered,
And the sky before me blurred,
I heard a voice behind me
Saying a tender word;
And I turned to see the brightness
Of heaven upon the road,
And suddenly lost the pressure
Of the weary, crushing load.

Nothing that hour was altered,
I had still the weight of care,
But I bore it now with the gladness
Which comes of answered prayer;
No grief the soul can fetter
Nor cloud its vision, when
The dear Lord gives the spirit
To breathe to His will, Amen.

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