Vision

O, let this trial like a window be, That through it I may have a close view of Thee, It seems to shut me in alone today. O, help me see beyond its frame, I pray. Let not my fingers idly touch its pane, And dully sense the coldness of the glass; But give my hands a cleaning-cloth of grace, That as I suffer, I may erase Each cloudy trace of earthly-mindedness. Then I shall see Thee better, as each stroke Will wipe away what seemed to be a yoke— Thy cross on me.  And in the beauty of...