 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
THEE ONLY.
If now anew the search were to be madeFor One to guide me onward through the gloom
Of this dim world wherein I walk afraid;
If, like a child left in an empty room,
Homesick, alone, the silence like a tomb,
I went forth weeping, and should hear one say,
“Here, child!” another, “Yonder is the way!”
Another, “Come with me! why care with whom?”—
I do not think I could mistake Thy call
Among ten thousand. Toward Thy voice I grope,
Brother, Friend, Lord! although with many a fall,
And sore bewilderment, and baffled hope.
My needy soul, if ignorant of Thee,
Would prophesy Thy coming. Thou must be!
| The poetical works of Lucy Larcom | |