Look now! For glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing.--Edmund Sears
As one who climbs a winding stair to find,
at top, a secret door--a hidden way
into a world of light, another kind
of sky, brighter than all earth's brightest days;
or one who walks a narrow road that leads
to more, and still more, barren ways, who sees
at last a fertile field, with blooms and seeds
of living hope, and rest in grass and trees;
as those who toil each day alone, shrouded
in shadow, who finally feel a touch
of heavenly heat upon the crowded
street--a spark of humanity's love. Such
we find beyond the door, around the bend:
hope delivered in the hand of a friend.