Part 2

My sphere of lowly service is more spacious Than earthly masters and their tasks afford; For gentle is my Lord, and very gracious: I serve with willing hands my gracious Lord.

I know dark realms where no glad light is burning, Where Life meets Death, and bows beneath his sword; But yet I fear not; for He is discerning: I lean upon my wise, discerning Lord.

And when I'm stripped of all, requited latest, His kind "Well Done" my guerdon, my reward: Though yours be richer, yet my Lord's the greatest. I follow Him--the mightiest, greatest Lord.

[_Some of these poems have already appeared in_ The English Review, Country Life, T. P.'s Magazine _and the_ Wesleyan Methodist Magazine. _I thank the Editors for permission to reproduce them._]

THE RIVERSIDE PRESS LIMITED, EDINBURGH

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:

Passages in italics are indicated by _italics_.

Inconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation have been retained from the original.

It is not always possible to determine if a new stanza begins at the top of a printed page, but every effort has been made by the transcriber to retain stanza breaks where appropriate.