[Written for the Sentinel.]

CONVICTION

Our bark of life full oft seems tossed aboutBy undercurrent and by raging wind;By billows lashed, frail sense succumbs to doubt,Then whispers Love, Protection seek in Mind.Mind turns to naught commotion wild without,Mind stills the fierce, scarce-hid unrest within,Mind puts the murmurings of sense to rout,Mind shows the nothingness of fear and sin.

Awakened, holy peace descends like brooding dove,No more alone, adrift, dismayed, o'erwhelmed, weseem;No more in bondage to belief's mesmeric dream;But ministered unto by angels from above.

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