THE ways of the world are full of haste and turmoil: I will sing of the tribe of the helpers who travel in peace. He that turneth from the road to rescue another, Turneth toward his goal: He shall arrive in time by the foot-path of mercy, God will be his guide. He that taketh up the burden of the fainting, Lighteneth his own load: The Almighty will put his arms underneath him, He shall lean upon the Lord. He that speaketh comfortable words to mourners, Healeth his own hurt: In the time of grief they will come to his remembrance, God will use them for balm. He that careth for a wounded brother, Watcheth not alone: There are three in the darkness together, And the third is the Lord. Blessed is the way of the helpers, The companions of the Christ. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS GARRISON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN DE RERUM NATURA: BOOK 3. AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH by TITUS LUCRETIUS CARUS |