Poem October 20, 1906 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

TRUST

MARY J. ELMENDORF

Since Thou art near, O Truth, mistrals may blow
And 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 woe
Forsake that place where Love is shining high—
Since Thou art near.

Come years with roses laden or with snow,
Faith, quickened, shall their passing sanctify,
For all is harmony above, below,
Since Thou art near.

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