Poem June 6, 1903 Issue

Blow, Winds of God

DWIGHT M. HODGE

Universalist Leader

Blow, winds of God, and bring us on our way!
We spread the sails to catch thee if we may.
The night is dark with storm and tossing spray;
But yet we trust the morning; so we say

Blow, winds of God, and bring us on our way!

We will not think we are the wild waves' sport.
A track is in the deep that leads to port.
We follow and the hardship dare to court.
If Thou but guide us we shall make the bay.

Blow, winds of God, and bring us on our way!
Sometimes the sea is lonely. There be few
Who sail with us to countries rich and new.

Some fear they might not safely weather through,
But still our way is onward and we pray

Blow, winds of God, and bring us on our way!

REV. DWIGHT M. HODGE. In the Universalist Leader.

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