Poem by Robert William Service

The Hand

Throughout my life I see
A guiding hand;
The pitfalls set for me
Were grimly planned.
But always when and where
They opened wide,
Someone who seemed to care
Stood by my side.

When up the pathway dark
I stumbled on,
Afar, ahead a spark
Of guidance shone.
When forked the tragic trail
And sad my plight,
My guardian without fail
Would lead me right.

How merciful a Mind
my life has planned!
Aye, though mine eyes were blind
I touched the Hand;
Though weary ways and wan
My feet have trod,
Always it led me on,
Starways to God.

1. Bessie's Boil
2. The Lure of Little Voices
3. The Quitter
4. Eighty Not Out
5. My Ancestors

Ebenezer Jones The Hand ("Lone o'er the moors I stray'd")

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