Poem March 14, 1901 Issue

Peace, be Still

BY FANNIE ISABEL S. WARDELL.

Be still, oh restless heart, and know
That God is All—in—all;
That from His gracious, outstretched hand
No ills nor sorrows fall.
Be still and let heaven's holy calm
Through all thy being thrill,
When o'er the storm—tossed waves there sounds
The sweet words, Peace, be still!

Be still, oh trembling child of earth,
So weary and so worn,
So tossed with doubt, so tempest-filled,
So helpless of the morn,
There shines across the dark seas wild,
Light from Truth's beacon-hills.
Abouve the braker's roar, oh hear
The sweet words, Peace. Be still!