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The Narrow Way
Where this one dwells and that, thou know'st it well,Each earthly neighbor and each earthly friend;
But He who calls thee has no place to dwell,
And canst thou then thine all unto Him lend?
Canst thou a stranger be, where now well known;
Where now thou oftenest go'st, go nevermore,
But walk the world thenceforth thy way alone,
Broadening the path but little worn before?
Then may'st thou find me, when thou 't faint and weak,
And the strait road seems narrower still to grow;
For I will words of comfort to thee speak,
And onward with thee to my home I'll go,
Where thou shalt find a rest in labor sweet,
No friend and yet a friend in all to greet.
Poem No. 807; late 1838-early 1840
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