Poem April 2, 1910 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE LOYAL FRIEND

ADA J. MILLER.

To whom does thought first turn in pain or joy?
Who whispers words of cheer when winds blow cold
And all the house is cheerless, for the glow
Of Truth and Love is shadowed dark by fear?
To whom turn we when loneliness would claim
The hours and make the plaint of joyless work?
'Tis then we test our Friend and ever find
Him steadfast, firm, and loyal to heart's core.
'Tis then we learn that One, and One alone,
Meets human need. Christ's living words of power
Again bid tempests cease and, as of yore,
The storm dies down,—at his command there's peace.
Then all the world of consciousness is filled
With glow of light, with joy's tranquility.
We need no other friend. The mortal sense
Of friendship proved but rope of sand when we
Placed there our trust, and sought its aid to reach
The rock when thought was tempest-tossed.
But friend indeed is Truth, the risen Christ,
And strong his hand to lead us to the heights
Whereon alone we find repose—and peace.

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