Poem March 20, 1909 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

TRUE PEACE

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS

One day when all went wrong, I humbly cried:
Why do I feel this nameless blame, dear Lord,—
Must I still conquer hate, or fear, or pride?
It is not mine—this cruel weight of shame!
Lay bare the hidden sin with Truth's own word.
Have I done aught unkind or wrong today,—
Have I not tried to feed each one who came
And asked for bread? Reveal, dear Lord, I pray,
My secret fault.

At eventide the answer came to me.
I knew Truth's voice, so soft and yet so clear:
One spoke today a word of praise to thee,
And thou didst listen eagerly to hear.
This was the cruel weight that bent thee low.
Dear child, thou shalt go meekly forth and know
Earth's praise is silenced with Love's Peace, be still!
And thy work always is the Father's will.

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