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Poem February 29, 1908 Issue

SECURE

Isabel S. Wardell

The bird rests on the swaying bough,
Content to sit and swing;
If danger frowns, he mounts and soars
Secure on fearless wing.

And why not man, immortal child
Of God, as fearless be,—
If troubles press, take wings of thought
And rest secure in Thee!

Isabel S. Wardell.

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