By BRO. C. M. BOUTELLE
(From The Builder, Anamosa, Iowa, November, 1915)
My foot to thy foot, however thy foot may stray;
Thy path for my path, however dark the way.
My knee to thy knee, whatever be thy prayer;
Thy plea my plea, in every need and care.
My breast to thy breast, in every doubt or hope;
Thy silence mine too, whatever thy secret's scope.
My strength is thy strength, whenever thou shalt call;
Strong arms stretch love's length, through darkness, toward thy fall!
My words shall follow thee, kindly warning, fond,
Through life, through drear death-and all that lies beyond!
(From The Builder, Anamosa, Iowa, November, 1915)
My foot to thy foot, however thy foot may stray;
Thy path for my path, however dark the way.
My knee to thy knee, whatever be thy prayer;
Thy plea my plea, in every need and care.
My breast to thy breast, in every doubt or hope;
Thy silence mine too, whatever thy secret's scope.
My strength is thy strength, whenever thou shalt call;
Strong arms stretch love's length, through darkness, toward thy fall!
My words shall follow thee, kindly warning, fond,
Through life, through drear death-and all that lies beyond!