[Written for the Sentinel.]

TRUST

Since Thou art near, O Truth, mistrals may blowAnd blossoms droop, yet song-thought cannot die!My anchored heart no doubt, no fear can know,Since Thou art near.

When sunlight comes, the nightly shadows fly;So dreams of danger, wheeling mists of woeForsake that place where Love is shining high—Since Thou art near.

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