Poems (Kimball)/Security

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

SECURITY.

DEEP in the grass the trustful lark
 Conceals its lowly nest,
Where cruel eye may seldom mark
 Or cruel hand molest.

At least approach of footsteps rude
 The little bird upsprings;
From solitude to solitude
 It soars on swiftest wings.

Far up the azure height it soars
 Beyond the reach of wrong,
And from its modest breast outpours
 Its rapt, entrancing song.

Thus dwells the pious soul secure,
 In meditation blest;
The foot of pride, ambition's lure,
 Scarce find the hidden nest.

And when the tempter draweth near,
 His faintest footsteps heard,
Swift on the wings of holy fear
 She soars as soars the bird.

Free in the vast encircling sky
 Of God's protecting grace,
She pours her matchless song on high
 Of thankfulness and praise.