[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE POWER OF LOVE

"Peace, be still."The billows sank in a wonder-hush,The little ship, like some cradled babe,Rocked gently on the Love-calmed wave;The wind to a silent breath was stilled—Where storms had raged came a thought that filledAll things with Love.

"Peace, be still."Long years have passed, and the words grown old;The thought of the Master mind that spake seemed lost,and Love grown cold.The uplifted word that had healed and stilledSeemed dead, 'mid the strife and tears that filledEarth's weary fold.

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