Poem February 14, 1901 Issue

The Course of the Day

BY L. D. AND M. B. MARRIOTT.

I. MORNING.

Above the earth hangs heavily night's mist,
Yet as in hope I watch the eastern sky,
Faintly the light gleams through the lessening gloom,
Telling the waiting world that day is nigh.
O Life unchanging, though grim error seems
O'er consciousness to spread its sombre pall,
Help me to know and understand Thou art,
Hast been, and ever wilt be All-in-all!

II. MID-DAY.

And the tumult of the world's unrest,
Where sin, disease, and death their places claim,
In questioning and doubt, oft in dismay,
I seem to stand, — yet always this my aim:
To see the Christ; to turn from things of sense,
Knowing that Truth alone is real; to find
On those unclouded heights where Spirit reigns,
The harmony of all-controlling Mind.

III. EVENING.

A silence calm and sweet broods over all,
Stilling the strife and clamor of the day.
The twilight deepens; with the fading light
Come thoughts of peace. I lift my heart and pray.
O Love divine, the All, the Infinite!
O Mother God, upon thy tender breast
I lose all discord, for in Thee alone
I seek, I find, perfect, eternal rest!