THE ARROW LANE.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLI, Issue 12546, 13 April 1904, Page 1 (Supplement)

THE ARROW LANE.

IN a, narrow lane I stood : Rescue there was none : And the enemy of good • Blotted out the sun. He that wooed me as a friend Strung his iron bow. Swifty came to make an end In a single blow. Gliosis an arrow dipped in gall (Hatred on his brow), , Blow the mocking words let fall: " Fool. I have thee now.',' Swift the bitter arrow sped. Cleft, inv heart in twain: £0 he leit me there lor dead In the narrow lane. As I lay i.i mortal pain. Gasping, nigh to death. One came walking up the lane, Jesus of Nazareth. He was clad in simple white. Lifting hands to bless. And about Him shone the light Of His holiness. lift came ;ear, and passed not by, Stayed upon His way: Hope sprang up, I knew not why, Aa forlorn 1 lay. All lorlom and lost was I In that lonely place, But Ho stooped and tenderly Looked upon my face. Staunched the life blood with, a touch, Healed the grievous sore. Saying: "I have loved thee much. " Go, and sin no more." Then I climbed, for so Ho bade. Up the roekv side. Slipping still, but undismayed, To a champaign wide. Where the winds of God are free. Where the sub above. And the sweet stars looked on me With a silent love. Where I was alone with Him, He with, me alone , And though mortal sight bo dim, I am stronger grown. For Hie spirit-searching eyes Quicken heart and brain. And blot out the memories v Of the Karrow lane. —E.D.S.