Poem November 16, 1907 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

CHRISTIAN SCIENCE

PETER E. MACKAY.

The night was dark without a star,
Hope shunned a cold and cheerless clime,
When, like a shipwrecked mariner,
I trembled on the shore of time.

Amid impenetrable gloom
I sighed away young manhood's years;
Existence was to me a tomb,
And life a sepulcher of tears.

All through the darkness, long and deep
I prayed that either night or day
Might wrap me in a dreamless sleep
Or gild my grief with one bright ray.

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