Littell's Living Age/Volume 115/Issue 1489/Voices

I.    THE VOICE OF THE DISCIPLE. One fate with Thee, my Master, I will share; Shame were it to rejoice where Thou didst weep; Where Thou didst wake, my Lord, I would not sleep, Or faint where Thou didst bear.

Far off I follow Thee in spite of strife, Returning to Thee, though awhile I stray, In spite of thorns and briars in the way, Still on the path to Life.

And not alone, because Thy presence fills My midnight darkness and my midday light; And so, though friend-bereft, I am not quite Guideless upon the hills.

II. THE VOICE OF THE BELOVED. My child, thou doest well to trust my love — Can any save thee if I let thee die? Has the world proved to thee more kind than I,    That thou shouldst doubt and rove?

The world gives tinsel, and I give thee gold; I cast not off my friend for being poor; Come, sad and desolate, unto my door, Or totter even when old.

Who suffer here, hereafter reign with me, If only they trail not their spirit-wings, Or tire them, by pursuing earthly things, For my eternity.