Poem January 8, 1903 Issue

My Refuge

MARY I. KEITH

HARD pressed on every hand,
Yet not dismayed.
Amid the gloom I hear,
"Be not afraid."
Fiercely the storm may rage,
I will abide
Safe in Immortal Love
Whate'er betide.

Then let the error scream,
Soon will it be
Silenced forever, through Eternity.
O Father-Mother God,
Teach me to pray—
"Thy will be done on earth"
From day to day.

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