Poem February 3, 1906 Issue

Our Father

GERTRUDE RING.

Do we not all remember the dark night,
When dismal dreams had caused us nervous start,
That we cried, "Father, father," in our fright
And were clasped safe against the parent heart?

So, when the night of error seems to press,
And sense-dreams bring the unreal terrors nigh,
Turn we to Him in our alarmed distress.
With "Father, Father," and He hears our cry.

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