Poem October 21, 1911 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel.]

"PEACE, BE STILL"

ARKY D. CONNER.

When the waves dash high and the storm-winds roar,And my barque seems frail and lone,When far, far away is the sheltering shore,And so near the seething foam;Through the starless night comes a gleam of light,As I lift mine eyes to thee,And above the tempest thy "Peace, be still,"Commands the turbulent sea.

O wondrous calm, O priceless O Christ-love, always hereTo calm the waves and still the storm,How could my heart know fear?No night so drear but thy truth brings light,All storms at thy word doth cease;Through all the years would I list to thy word,Thy love-laden message of peace.

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