Poem January 5, 1907 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE POWER OF LOVE

ETHEL DOUGLAS.

"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 filled
All 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 stilled
Seemed dead, 'mid the strife and tears that filled
Earth's weary fold.

"Peace, be still."
The Master's voice, tender, pitying, calls again;
While the same strange hush steals softly down
And overshadows the world's long pain.
Unheeding the clamor of strife or creed,
Comes the Christ to the hungry,
Their souls to feed.

"Peace, be still."
Now once more, to a sin-tired world,
Again through one faithful life is borne,
On the wings of love, through the clouds of earth,
the Spirit's song!
Once more, with its hidden law revealed.
Comes the word of Christ, and the world is healed
By the power of Love.

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