Return, O Wanderer

"Return, O wanderer, now return,
     And seek thy Father's face;
Those new desires which in thee burn
     Were kindled by His grace.

Return, O wanderer, now return,
     And wipe the falling tear:
The Father calls,--no longer mourn;
     'Tis love invites thee near."

-William Bence Collyer


I just rediscovered this written down in my notebook yesterday, and I can't remember where it's from or when I wrote it down, but it managed to speak to me just as much this time as it did the first time.