Poem April 3, 1902 Issue

Peace, Be Still!

BY ALICE A. RUSSELL.

AND as they sailed across the lake,
Dark grew the midnight sky!
A mighty storm tossed the frail boat,
The waves rolled mountain high.

And watching through this weary night,
Each heart was filled with fear;
As peering through the dashing spray,
They sought for rescue near.

Amid the clash of wind and wave,
Asleep the Master lay;
Without a fear he slumbered on,
As if' twere peaceful day.
More loudly still the gale roars on,
Higher the billows rise,
In trembling fright the watchers call;
The Saviour's voice replies.

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