Poem April 6, 1907 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE PEACE OF GOD

FRANCIS E. FALKENBURY.

Under gray skies the wind blows keen and cold—
The day is bleak, the world seems dead and old;
But all within me glows a soft, strong light,
For God is here and in Him is no night.
In Him there is no death, no slow decay,
No need to die that one might live alway.
Surely in Life there is no lack of life,
Surely in Love there is no hateful strife.

Let the loud blasts of the winter wind worry the sky,
Harry the cowering earth and the sea; there shall not die
Within my heart the glorious thoughts that sing and fly.
For the peace of God floodeth my heart to-day.
And the winter of my discontent is passed away.

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