Poem July 22, 1905 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

A Song of Courage

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

Sing , O my lips, in a reverent strain!
Though the night is darksome and fear seems strong,
Love is at hand, and His mercies sustain.
Light is achieved by the ladder of song!
Sing, O my lips, in a reverent strain!

Smile, O mine eyes, in expectant content!
Thy marge overbrims with a silvery shower,
Yet over thy sorrow a rainbow is bent,
Harmony hushes the pain-haunted hour.
Smile, O mine eyes, in expectant content!

Abide, O my heart, in the refuge of peace!
Though fierce be the tempest, the oaks ever stand.
Stars shall flash out as the strom-clouds decrease.
And the Voice of the Master ring through the land.
Abide, O my heart, in the refuge of peace!

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