[Written for the Sentinel.]

REASSURANCE

God's thought is not our thought, His infinite careDeviseth ways and means beyond our ken,And all unseen by our blind selves, as when—In spite of seeming darkness here or there—A waiting glory showeth us how fairHis slightest promise is; how groping menMay know His tender love, or now or then,And in this love find rest beyond compare.

Know patience then, O hungry, questioning child!Let error spend itself—thou art secure,The everlasting arms around thee thrown!Truth knoweth not a lie, but, undefiled,With consciousness as powerful as pure,Shall lead thee gently upward to thine own!

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