. Waiting at the cross; a book of devotion. uch and bindWith unconscious influence every mind;Whose presence brings, like some fabled wand,The love which a monarch may not command ;As the spring awakens from cold reposeThe bloomless brier, the sweet wild rose. Such would I be,With the love of all to encircle rr t! v. What wouldst thou be ?A blessing to each one surrounding me,A chalice of dew to the weary heart,A sunbeam of joy bidding sorrow depart,To the storm-tossed vessel a beacon light,A nightingale song in the darkest night,A beckoning hand to a far-off goal,An angel of love to each frie
. Waiting at the cross; a book of devotion. uch and bindWith unconscious influence every mind;Whose presence brings, like some fabled wand,The love which a monarch may not command ;As the spring awakens from cold reposeThe bloomless brier, the sweet wild rose. Such would I be,With the love of all to encircle rr t! v. What wouldst thou be ?A blessing to each one surrounding me,A chalice of dew to the weary heart,A sunbeam of joy bidding sorrow depart,To the storm-tossed vessel a beacon light,A nightingale song in the darkest night,A beckoning hand to a far-off goal,An angel of love to each friendless soul. Such would I that such happiness were for me ! 3 34 THE NEED OF A CROSS. VI. What wouldst thou be ? With these alone were no rest for would be my Saviours loving child,With a heart set free from its passions wild,Rejoicing in him and his own sweet ways ;An echo of heavens unceasing praise ;A mirror here of his light and love,And a polished gem in his crown above. Such would I be,Thine, O Saviour, and one with thee !.
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