Mountain Spring and Other Poems — Come Unto Me

COME UNTO ME

"Come unto me!"

Ah, gentlest word E'er breathed in human ear!

"I am thy Savior and thy Lord;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear.

"Come unto me in sorrow's hour When life seems dark and drear;

I'll shield thee from the tempter's power;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear.

"Come unto me when hopes have flown Like leaves wind-swept and sere, When every joy thou may'st bemoan;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear.

"Come unto me.

I'll give thee rest, Will wipe away each tear;

Come lean thy head upon my breast;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear."

NOVEMBER