Poem June 25, 1904 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Smile of God

WILLARD MUDGETT GRIMES.

[The Indians named a very beautiful lake "the Smile of the Great Spirit."—Science and Health, p. 477.]

All was lonely, dark, around us,
Shadows black, and woodland deep,
Shady dimness, dismal quiet;
And the path was rough and steep.
Oft we slipped, and oft we stumbled,
As that lonely path we trod;
Till, at last, we reached the summit;
Lo! we said, "The Smile of God."

Through the woods of mortal life,
Weary oft we grope our way.
Climbing slowly out of darkness,
Up to reach the immortal day.
Though the path be steep and slippery,
We the worst of it have trod;
And above us, in the sunlight
Shining, lies "The Smile of God."

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